I'm ten (1977) and I went to see Smokey And The Bandit - loved it and still do.
I came home, told my folks that it was great and I then asked them what this [Trev shows middle finger sign] meant.
Dad: "Where the *BLEEP* did you learn that?"
Trev: "Sally Field."
Dad: "When did you meet her?"
Trev: "She was the star and she went like this [shows the finger] to a cop."
Dad: "Would you stop doing that?"
:buggedout: :teddyr: :teddyr:
I once saw a movie where a group of friends was having a pillow fight in a hotel room and they completely trashed the place. It looked like so much fun that I decided to have a pillow fight with my friends in our hotel room on our vacation. Unfortunately, we didn't realize how much damage pillows can do and we ended up leaving the room looking like a hurricane had hit it. The hotel staff was not happy and we had to pay for the damages. Since then, I've been more careful about what I do after seeing something in a movie.
Using a lighter and and an aerosol to make a flamethrower. When you are a teenager boy, that seems like a great idea. We were on a hillwalking expedition on the isle of Arran. I gave it a try with a can of Brut deoderant and shot out a fireball I'd guess was a foot to eighteen inches long. Of course everyone else wanted a go. It was all fine until it got to one lad called Paul who was a few years older than the rest of us. He wasn't quite as careful as the rest of us. One guy lost his eyebrows and the smoke detector went off. The teachers came running and Paul got all the blame as he was caught red handed. He was the only one punished (he was sent home and not allowed to go on further trips). The teachers knew we were all guilty, but choose to make an example of him.