Thing happened when I was... Hmmm, I'm not sure. Four? Five? Something like that. When no one was looking I got my hands on hairdressing scissors made entirely of metal. I looked for something which would be cool to cut through. As it happened, my eyes fell on a cable from a turned on electric lamp. What could possibly go wrong?
Next thing I remember is my mother panicking around me, with me not knowing what's all the fuss about. Aside from blacking out for a moment, I didn't seem to be affected nor injured from the event in any way. Now, the lamp no longer had a cable so that made it the main victim of the situation. As for the scissors, they're my favourite pair ever. I probably would have forgotten about the whole affair if I weren't using them to this day and if they didn't constantly remind me of it with that small cable shaped melted spot in the middle.
Here's another one. Age - something similar. My first scientific experiment. When I was chillin' in the bathtub, I noticed that each time I relax my sphincters and push a bit, tiny funny bubbles emerge. Hypothesis: water turns poop into bubbles! Decided to test my theory by pushing as hard as I can to receive a lot of bubbles. The result didn't exactly coincide with my expectations.
That last story was... lovely
Muro, thanks for sharing!
Your first story actually reminded me of another story from my childhood, I guess this is on account of another child's idoicy so not quite mine. Me and my brother always used to visit my "Aunty and Uncle" (not blood relations - just family friends hence the quotations) at a young age; and one day my brother, my Aunty and Uncle's younger son (the same age as my brother, four years older than me) and their older son (about one year older than his younger brother) were all holed up in the attic. Me, wanting to be part of the action, squealed below on the first floor to let me up whilst my mum and dad were on the ground floor with their friends chatting about this and that.
The ladder in the attic was one of those weird metal ones that folds up, but regardless of that it doesn't mean it wasn't released with an unerring quickness from their ceiling. Me running below, I was knocked unconscious for a couple of minutes - but sustained no major injuries.
Apart from that, the second time I fell unconscious in my youth was during high school there was a trend going around where you used to hold your breathe and people pressed against your chest until you fainted. I always derided this as stupid, because I thought it was, but when accusations built sufficiently enough that I was a "chicken" I submitted to it. I fell unconscious as was expected, but on top of that for a good few minutes whilst my teacher didn't come I fitted. Fortunately before I hit my head on anything, a friend caught me. I don't think I suffered any brain damage, hahAHAHAahahAHAHAHhahah!!!
Anyway, carry on.