Two things for today:

When I was five, my parents went to the beach for the weekend and came back with seashells as gifts for us. I received a freeze dried starfish, and erroneously thought that if I reconstituted it, I would have a live pet starfish. So I duly went to the bathroom sink, filled it up and put the starfish in, and watched it promptly fall apart.

~AND~

My brother and I once expended an entire tube of fake blood all over ourselves, and went to lay under a parked car for the afternoon. Later, we scratched our heads in wonderment as to why no one had stopped, or even paused. Perhaps it was because the car we'd selected had two flat tires and weeds growing out from under it, and hadn't moved in years.