Every parent dreams of having a kid who's a genius, or a star athlete, or something else that makes them famous by proxy. But not everything can be gymnastics and violins. What if your youngster is a genius at bullfighting, or precision shooting? Do you encourage it and force them into a life of mediocrity, or embrace the fact that their talent lies in doing things humans probably shouldn't attempt at any age?
Everyone on this list chose the latter.
Bullfighting isn't considered cool in most parts of the world due to the whole animal cruelty aspect, but one thing we can all probably agree on is that the sport is no joke. If you don't, go Google the image of that guy getting gored in the face (we won't post it here -- it's the one where you can see the horn punching up through his lower jaw and out of his mouth. Seriously, go look at it!).
Well, Michel Lagravere Peniche was evidently fresh out of fucks to give about any of that, because he became a bullfighter ... at the age of 12.
Not a Halloween costume.
Michelito (as he is known to his fans) didn't do it on a whim; he got interested in fighting bulls at the age of 4, presumably because he spilled some ketchup on his copy of The Story of Ferdinand and the world suddenly made sense. He asked his father, a former bullfighter, if he could follow in his footsteps. Beaming with pride, his father enrolled him in a children's bullfighting school (yes, that is a thing that exists). In 2010, at the age of 12, Michelito attended his first event as a matador in Mexico City's main ring, becoming the youngest person ever to perform there.
His first bull, a 900-pound monster, was promptly dispatched, but the second bull sent him to the hospital, albeit with only minor bruises. Michelito wasn't deterred in the slightest, saying that the experience "left a good taste in my mouth."
"I normally like Gummi Bears, but blood just goes down better when I'm stabbing the ever-loving Christ out of a one-ton fury train."
He continues to fight bulls today, and even tried to get into the Guinness Book of Records for being the youngest person to take on six bulls in a single day (wait, was there some previous kid who took on five?). Guinness told Michelito not to bother, since they don't keep animal-fighting records, but to come back when he can wear a 50-pound beard of bees or eat a shitload of hotdogs.
There are three golden rules to shooting that should never be broken. One, always keep the gun pointed in a safe direction; two, always keep your finger off the trigger until ready to fire; and three, always keep the gun unloaded until ready to use. There is apparently no rule that states "Do not give a gun to a child who is barely old enough to attend school, let alone understand the permanence of death." And thus, Miko Andres' father, in a bold display of progressive parenting, decided to get Miko involved with the sport of professional shooting at the age of 6.
"So these things are full of candy, right?"
Miko is the youngest practical shooter ever, possessing an uncanny amount of natural ability that allows him to dominate his bracket, which includes competitors 10 years his senior. That may sound good in regards to things like baseball or chess, but when "natural ability" is attributed to a skill that kills people, it usually involves a front page news story and increased airport security.
Naturally, safety was paramount when handing a 3-foot-tall human with a still-developing brain a deadly weapon, and Miko's parents stress the fact that he was trained under the strict supervision of both their family and the shooting community. You'd think the first part of that training would be saying, "Holy shit, that 6-year-old has a gun" and taking it away from him, but we're not gun experts.
This situation is completely under control.
When he was 9 years old, Jordan Romero saw a mural of the Seven Summits -- the tallest mountain on each of the seven continents. However, instead of just picturing himself punching ninjas off of each peak like most kids, Jordan was entranced by the painting and made up his mind right there that he was going to climb the Seven Summits.
When he came home and told his father, Paul Romero, what he wanted to do, Paul agreed to it without a second thought. Kids should have hobbies, after all.
He saw Twilight and slept with the lights on for three weeks. But sure, he can climb a mountain.
So, Jordan, his dad and his step-mom began a six-year journey to climb the tallest mountains on each continent, starting with Kilimanjaro at the age of 10. Eventually, this journey brought him to Mount Everest, which, as some of you may know, is the tallest mountain in the world and kills about one out of every 10 people who try to climb it. However, Everest has two scalable sides, the north and the south, with the south being far less perilous. In another heroic display of wisdom, Jordan and his family climbed the north side, because when were they going to be there again? You can see Jordan and his father here (we assume) shouting curse words at death while giggling:
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"Son, when your testicles finally descend, they are going to be cannonballs."
Jordan managed to succeed without any lasting physical damage, like losing five fingers to frostbite, which we should note totally happened to another teenager who climbed Everest. However, during the climb, they came across a towering wall of ice, which came crashing down on them like it was trying to keep them from reaching Lothlorien. Jordan and his family survived, but an unlucky Hungarian climber was crushed. What we're saying is that, at the age of 13, Jordan watched someone die.
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One of those pouches is for his Ninja Turtles.
Following Jordan's successful climb, the Chinese Tibet Mountaineering Association imposed age restrictions that kept anyone under the age of 18 from climbing on the north side of Everest.