When you're stuck playing outside during your childhood, what goes through your mind as a means of having fun? Do you play it easy and just bring out toys and action figures? Or do you dare to try something to get you in trouble? I was the kid that did both, and today I'll be talking about some outside activities that ranged from getting a simple warning, to getting grounded.

I was at age 10 when I was curious to try these new ways of making my summer days more interesting, and with the company of a friend that also supported the ideas, we were both in for some parental discipline down the road. My earliest memory was going out to an abandoned shed somewhere in the neighborhood, then my friend and I layered two mattresses on top of each other in front of it, as we climbed on the roof of the shed and jumped off to land on them.

This wasn't the actual shed, just using an example of its size and how it looked by memory.

After about a good half hour of this, a concerned neighbor watched from his house window and called our parents. It wasn't enough for our butts to get whooped, but I did get a brief week of being grounded.

Behind the neighborhood of the mobile home park where I was living at the time was some woods, in which me and my friend would usually revisit on occasion. Part of the area we'd never been to was a road leading to some train tracks, and we decided to follow the path.

The tracks took us quite a length of miles down of walking and we were possibly out there for a good couple of hours. The sun was baking us, and my friend suggested we head back since we had no water bottles with us. Finally arriving back we were greeted to our parents with intimidated looks on their faces as if they also had their arms crossed and again, we were grounded for some time.

One summer day afternoon my friend was absent from me as he had a family visit and one of the homes near the entrance of the mobile home park was also home to another kid I knew, not a friend but more so an acquaintance. The water from the water nozzle outside was left on, and I just went crazy with spraying the water, even getting some on her and her friend.

It was another obvious moment that one of the neighbors spotted me and ratted me out, and without my friend being there I just easily confessed about it and took my one week of being grounded.

Did you have any outside activities that were enough to get you in trouble back in the day? Leave a comment and as always, see you next article!