Post #295915 by VampiressRN on Sat, Mar 31, 2007 10:03 AM

OMG...this is all so hysterical. Gotta say that the "guys" always had the more dangerous things...not too much you can do to hurt anything with a Chatty Cathy doll (I still have mine...pull the string and she says "I love you"). Pretty tame.

I have a sister 2 years younger than me, and I remember my parents givng us the do not take candy from strangers lecture and don't ever go inside the old gheezers house next door. I think he was a sicko drunk, but one time he gave me and my sister slingshots and we got in big trouble for playing with those...and he got the lecture from hell from my Mom.

We did have the Rockem Sockem Robots...and that was about as dangerous as us girls got. I always thought that was a wierd toy for girls. I did have a fake tomy gun...but it had no launching...just the sound.

I think we mostly got in trouble not using toys. I was standing on the back of my sisters tricycle as my Mom yelled out the backdoor "get off the back of that tricycle or you will make your sister fall" and seconds later my sister was sprawled out on the patiod with her chin split wide open....to the ED for stitches.

We were playing parachute off the patio table. First we would both be on the table and then we would give the order to jump and off onto the grass we would land....great fun until my sister pushed me (and my make-believe parachite did not open), Mom came running out with me screaming my head off...of to the ED with a broken arm.

My sister ran headfirst at full speed into a sliding glass door at a shoestore and had to go to the ED with a egg-sized bump on her forehead.

One time my Dad was fixing an old raise & lower window that was managed by a rope mechanism. Me and my sister were goofing around and he said "you girls quit playing around that open window, I am fixing the rope mechanism and it could fall on you" seconds later my sister had her finger on the window sill, the window fell down with full force and took off her fingernail accompanied by her blood-curdling scream...off to the ED.

I did the fall of bicycle and use eyebrow for a break...LOL.

My Dad was always taking us out to the country to look at homes to buy and my sister was forever getting caught in barbaed wire or falling down a well and such.

Ran a needle though my finger while I was on my sewing machine and my sister was crawling on the floor up to the door and scared the sh_t out of me....she was a devious little thing.

When I was 18, I went with a bunch of drunken, drugged friends to the Del Mar marshes where there were lots of low-lying train trundles. We would play train-coffin. When you would see a train coming in the distance, we would all run to the bridges and crawl into the sides down under the rails. There was only room for one person in each cubby and you had to close and cover your eyes as the train ran over the top of you just inches from death. The sound was deafening, the bridge shook like crazy, it was very exilarating. I am too friken fat to ever try that again...LOL.