I was 13 took our truck and put in 8 of the neighborhood kids in it and drove around the block very fast, over and over. Later that day I was playing baseball when my dads head looks into the dugout and says "come here"....Put me up against a tree yelling and screaming...thank god I had my catchers equiptment on and other parents were there watching......I thought I was dead....
Others.....BB Gun wars....we used to have the little red skies (Jet Ski's) that were about 2 feet long....we would wait behind a snowbank and hitch on to cars rear bumpers and go for a ride.....that was fun actually!
One last one....I had 2 older brothers and when my parents would go out to eat, we'd stay home alone. We used to have boxing matches in our living room....we'd roll up socks and put them into snowmobile gloves and use them as boxing gloves....correction, I would roll up socks...years later I found out my brothers never put them in theirs....God I love that story....