Tell me a story of something exciting or funny that happened when you were growing up.

When I was younger, I used to have a paddling pool in my back garden while being recorded I was standing at the top of a slide the led to the pool dancing singing I'm the king of the castle then I fell and slid down the slide 

So I was riding my bicycle through my neighborhood when I was about 8 years old, came to a stop sign and made a left after a car passed by. didnt see the one behind it...the car hit me and knocked me off my bike. and then the lady got mad at me because she slammed on her brakes and it made her cake she just bought fall one the floor lol

Got accepted to a conference in Hague in late teens, got kicked out of it before flying cause of some valid reasons. Flew anyway, found myself a hostel. Three days in the teacher of the group that I flew in with called, asking me to show up to the conference to see if I am still alive or some shit. Not having lots of cash on me, rented a pedal-brake bike -- cause it was four euros cheaper. Couldn't find the venue, got lost twice, before heading to the Central Station to park up my bike and take a tram. Returned back to the Central Station, lost all my bearings, asked for a direction and accidentally biked myself into a highway, wearing a black suit, under pissing rain. 

Due to the pissing rain, the paper that had the address of the hostel got fucked. Cycled around the Hague for good two and a half hours, found myself a murder lake with fog coming up, and made a motorist so afraid that he had to lock his doors up before rolling the windows down two inches. Cycled an another hour before finding the long-ass boulevard that the hostel was at the end of. Cycled 20 more minutes, got in, changed and was told that it was Late Halloween. Was given a Borat Thong, put it on my clothes, and drank until I couldn't drink no more. 

8/10, would visit the Hague again.

I once heard tons of sirens outside and saw 30+ cop cars. Thought a shotting was happening and I ran to the basement. Turns out they were driving past a kid's house for his birthday.

When I was in my young teens, I was a member of this sports club - All the "elite" (basically rich) people from around the surrounding areas were members, and myself and my family were basically just slumming it as "poor" members.  There was a late summer event going on to celebrate the last home cricket game, with BBQs, drinking beer out of a boot contests, a bouncy castle or two, several bars scattered around, people getting pissed, it was a beautiful Summers evening - you get the picture.

One of the contests they had going on was throwing a wellington boot over a bar, and it getting higher and higher until you ultimately fail, a bit like the high jump for welly throwers. My brother being the sporty, alpha male wannabe (who was 19 at the time) thought he would show off his manliness and have a go.

So he takes the welly off the fat guy with the microphone and starts limbering up by stretching his arms and legs, and then starts doing the motion of throwing the welly over the bar. He repeats this a few times and then finally stops, he takes a few deep breaths and looks at the bar. He takes a few strides and then on the last stride slips, the welly boot leaves his hands, flys in the complete and opposite direction, hits an unfortunate older male, his drink goes over his wife, he falls over and no word of a lie, the wellington boot lands on one of the BBQ grills. Fits and fits of laughter commenced where as my brother started running away in the direction of the squash courts, probably to hit his head repeatedly against the whole wall.

Me being a bright eyed 13 year old watching this whole event, showed 100% loyalty to my brother by bursting out laughing, my then girlfriend was on the floor dying with laughter also. It got so bad that my knees went weak from laughing and I had to grab hold onto a fence post just to stop myself from collapsing with laughter. The laughter went on for the rest of the night, and set up an amazing night. Even to this day, roughly 20 years later, when I see my brother I still do the motion in which he threw that fateful wellington boot. Easily one of my most fondest memories and all because of a cocky "jock" trying to prove his worth.

when I was younger me and my brothers used to play in the woods. My older brother hasnt changed (or matured) that much since we were teens. He decided to see if a Kerosene container would go boom. Goes without saying, he didnt make the container go boom, but he did succeed in burning down our tree house and about 1/4 acre of the woods. Fortunately the fire department was only 3 blocks away, the damage was not nearly as bad as it could have been.

I remember pooping on toys, severe pooping on things you arent supposed to poop on stories.

So I was went to a comic book store with my dad when I was about 11, we bought what we came for and went outside, there was an adjacent bar in the complex...a drunk dude came outside talking vulgar shit to us and my dad beat the holy shit out of this guy, proudest moment I have ever had as a son lmfao. 

A little over a decade ago I was rushed to hospital, suspected heart attack. I was young and reasonably fit, but all the indications said heart attack. Got to hospital, rushed straight in. ECG was negative. Heart was strong and even, but I was in huge pain, burning up, couldn't breathe. Was admitted, but they could find something wrong. Infection markers were up, but no other indications of anything. All tests, all scans negative. Was discharged after a week feeling a lot better but none the wiser. They did find that I might have Gallstones though, so they scheduled me for surgery 6 months later to remove my Gall bladder. Role on 6 months and its December 23rd. Taken in to Key Hole surgery. Surgery was to take 45 mins and I was to be discharged the next morning. 7 hours the surgery took, I didn't get out until 3rd Jan....

My Gall bladder had died due to an infection and had started to decompose inside me back in June, that had been what had initially hospitalised me. It took the surgeon 7 hours to clean up the mess inside me, I came round that evening with several bags and drains fitted and an extremely worried Fiancee. Apparently, the Gall bladder literally exploded when the surgeon had tried to remove it, but that could have happened in the real world too, particularly fine meal, a punch to my right hand side just below the ribs, some overly vigorous sex, and if it had, I wouldn't have survived, the first symptoms of something being wrong would be massive organ failure and system wide infections.

I mean only story that is pg enough that I like was back when i was like 18yrs old and my mom was getting married. We were down in Myrtle Beach and on some weird like strip with all these stores that was right on the beach and they had one of those sling shot rides. Where two peopple get strapped in and it just shoots you straight up. Now when we got on the t.v. we looked at had no sounds. So while we were up in the air my brothers friends and I thought it would be fun calling out "I'd fuck her and her, Defintely her...." and so on. When we came down finally my brother came up laughing and there was a little crowd out front laughing. We then learned the two t.v.s out front on the side walk people get to walk by and watch our faces and all also included sound and they heard every fucking thing we said. That was amusing.

Memories worth writing about.  Happiest time in my life was when I was about 12 years old and I was on a little league baseball team.  Number 13 was my number.  I had to have everything big, the ugliest red pair of converse you ever seen 2 sizes to big.  When I went to bat I had to have the heaviest, biggest, bat and had a habit of popping the ball straight up as I couldn't swing that heavy bat through the pitch.  My team was undefeated, and I made the all stars but I wasn't a star really, maybe average or slightly above.  In our last game in the 9th inning we had 2 outs and a man on 3rd.  It was all riding on me at bat.  I don't remember what pitch it was but I hit one of my famous pop ups and the kid drops it allowing 3rd base to run in for home winning run.  I made it to base safely and the game was over.  It was just about the most amazing thing that ever happened to me.  Never give up.  You might not be perfect but one day everything will come together for that perfect moment in life.

I got to go to Hawaii as a child as a gift from my grandparents to my dad for getting his BA.  Among the other amazing things I got to do, I met a daughter of a dignitary who was also visiting the island.  We played at the beach together for several days and were just the fastest friends for the very brief time we had together.  This was far before any social media, and I don't know if my parents ever got contact info, but I have remembered my time with her for the last 28 years! 

Back during high school my class went on a field trip to eddinburgh. At the time I had a crush on this chick who liked one of my friends. They announced that they were officially together during the 2nd day so I spent the rest of the trip trying to avoid them by chilling with my other friends. On the final night the 3 of us plus our friends decided to rent a karaoke room for a couple of hours. After a few songs me and my bro gets up and starts singing a duet of alice cooper's poison. It was hilarious.

are garage caught fire because of kids and so many firetrucks showed up to put it out...was a total loss'

First time i got to play in the rain. My mother is very strict but she wasn't home that time. My nan lemme ran wild for a good 20 mins :D

my dad and i were fishing and i caught so big a fish that i got so excited i dropped my pole and it ran off with the pole