We boat kids were kinda the terrors of the marina......once we discovered that we could lock the motors straight and steer from the center or the bow of our dinghies......bad imagination took over.
We played "jousting" with oars.......had races by steering with body lean.....all kinds of fun things. This one noob (that wasn't a liveaboard, but we let him hang because he had a sweet Mercury twin!) once bailed out of his boat, instead of doing the "sensible" thing and cutting the throttle.
His boat went directly into the side of a big old wooden lumber schooner the marina used as a breakwater. (Google "Wawona".......she had a cool story.)
This led to no real damage to the lumber schooner......of course. However, the unweighted dinghy rode up in the bow until it actually ran the motor underwater, swamped, and sunk.
The coolest and fastest motor we kids had access to was lost that day......it died the ignoble death of water intake and bent rods.......we groveled the local King County Sheriff guys into diving on it so we could at least save the boat. (They were incredibly tolerant of our dangerous but wholesome shenanigans.......though they DID chew us out, tell our parents, and prohibit "jousting" in the future.
Miraculously, I think we all managed to survive to adulthood......but "safety" was such an alien concept to us all.