The answer is, of course, nothing so there I was on that hot summer day, my head inside a mailbox.

My feet were skittering around as if I was standing on ice, and my hands grasping the outsides of my tiny prison cell as I screamed incoherently from fear and frustration regarding my predicament. Then, as easily as I had inserted my head, it popped back out. I mean, it's only logical that if I could stick my head entirely inside the mailbox so easily, I should be able to pull it back out the same way. But, going back to that stupid-kid theory, I had decided that freaking out was the better way to go.
Then, as I stood there, breathing hard, sweat-soaked, shaking, red-faced and probably bleeding from the neck, I heard laughter from behind me. Turning, I saw two teenage girls standing across the foot-blistering street, looking at me and laughing. I imagine they'd been standing there for some time, watching the stupid kid with his head in the mailbox trying to keep his roller-skated feet from scrambling around at all angles while screaming gibberish that erupted from out of the mailbox like Grand Canyon echoes.
Gathering what was left of my dignity – which pretty much amounted to me pretending it had never actually happened – I pivoted on my skates, climbed up the driveway, entered the garage and stayed there for ten years. Man to be Invisible.
What's the stupidest thing you did as a kid?

I can't seem to put my finger on any one gloriously stupid moment of childhood I do have so many more (we’ll get to them). It's more a collage of stupid/disgusting/laughable activities. Dumpsters, wasps, pornography, pyromania, flatulence, nosedives, abrasions, riding both the skate board and my roller skates while being towed behind a speeding BMX bike (not at the same time what do you think that I’m stupid?) but with the same results and getting caught with my pants down, both figuratively and literally.
Those terminally embarrassing moments of youth have mercifully been buried deep into my subconscious.
I'm still trying to bury the memories of puberty.
Just be sure not to ask my mother. I'm sure she remembers them all.
So the pubescent years of junior high was upon me  ..Scary and day one of school started much like the rest of my curious youth. Regardless of any previous impressions you may have, this book is actually put here for the reformation of all stupid children everywhere. As some feedback and life stories.
Up till now I had been stupid for 7 years (at closest guesstament), until I tried to quit cold turkey. I relapsed heavily, and then fell into the depths of stupidity.
With out help and heavy perseverance, I am now clean; a normal person who wears normal clothes, and, amazingly, even READS!!! This boy has come a long way! I started out on actually reading the articles in magazines instead of just looking at the pictures, then moved a step up to poetry, that was hard for me, let me tell you. But the biggest leap of all was when I started on Shakespeare. There were many withdrawal symptoms, many sleepless nights longing to be at a party, but I made it!
Yes I now lets go back ………………………….so the pubescent years of junior high were upon me and having most of the same friends that I had in elementary. Has it’s perks and draw backs. Perk 1- they think you’re cool (because of all the crazy stunts you pull), Drawback 1- they’re dumber than you are and all the new kids know that.  So to impress the new students (of course to gain more popularity) a new stunt tactic had to be devised.
By this time starting out I had been recently blessed with a new mode of transportation, a moped! . For the next week I was on a vigilance to determine the threshold of endurance for the shiny new orange colored Honda express. I found that it jumped off curbs much like my BMX so it was only natural to believe that it could pull wheelie’s and go down the dirt roads in the orange grove’s and bunny hop up the curbs, and that little Honda did not disappoint. One particular weekend of swimming and street blister challenges, I was bored and remove the mufflers end (wow) I thought this sounds cool the poor little orange colored Honda, belched much like a chain saw.
This needed a test ride, test rides usually consisted of getting on the longest street in the tract and turning the throttle wide open, tucking down below the handle bars squeezing both arms and legs together into fetal position behind the rest of the bars on the moped (to be less wind resistant) and it also doubled as the proper rolling position in case of a crash (we all saw it on the TV. show Kung Fu) The previous world moped land speed record was held by my neighbor Louie of 27 miles per hour, I tried many times to break it but had failed . This was the day the sun had not heated the asphalt to the tire sticking, foot blistering, temperature yet even the wind was in my favor and with a huge crowd around even the two teenage girls from the mailbox incident were there and it was time. As I tucked down and eyeballed the dial the speed climbed quickly 24, 25, 27, 30, 35, 37, 37, 37 the little motor was screaming like chainsaw run amuck.