Bad things you did as a kid. I once wanted to play with my friend lisanne. She said she couldn't

[applegrove]

because she had ballet. I told her I didn't care I was going to play with her anyhow (I was 7). I ran all the way to her house after school. I rang her doorbell and her mom answered the door. She said 'lisanne has ballet today'. So I went home. My mom told me that a 'little bird' told her I wasn't very nice to lisanne.

Another time I saw my neighbours picking up their kids and my brother to drive them home from school. I tried to catch the car but it took off before I could get there. I went to the pricipals office and told them my ride left without me. They called my mother. She picked me up but asked me why I didn't just walk home from school since I had been doing that every day all year. I was 5.

[theNotoriousP.I.G.]

1. Got a week?

The first really bad thing I remember doing was waking my sister up in the middle of the night, stealing my mom's cigs, and eating cold pizza under the counter while we smoked. Also, I cut my sister's hair that night. I was 5, almost 6. It only got better from there.

[Inchworm]

12. Ditto lol

It would take a week, so I'll start with the first thing.

Imagine if you will...

A fence, a 2yr old, mom, and a dried dog turd.

I went around the fence, got curious about the dog turd, raised it to my mouth as my mom hollered and ran toward me...

I hurridly jammed the turd in my mouth and swallowed it by the time my mom could get to me.

It was crunchy in case anyone wonders :D

:hi:

[applegrove]

13. That's awful! LOL!

[blueamy66]

2. If I told you all, you'd think I was A REALLY BAD KID

I cannot even post what my brother and I did.

[siligut]

3. You were an independent thinker at a very young age is all.

The Lisanne story is very interesting; were you good friends? Did you remain friends for long? I was a mean kid. I hit one kid with a shovel and another with a plastic jump rope. I finger-painted an abstract painting on our back wall with some black paint I found in the garage. This and more at around age six.

[applegrove]

14. Yup I think we were friends until she moved away. Thing is I wasn't a mean kid

and I often was the one who got bullied but I really, really would do anything to eat candy or play with Barbies (my mom didn't allow sweets in the house and I only had one barbie not the whole set up and I remember now I wanted to play with lisanne's Barbie's and that is why I raced her to her house).

[siligut]

15. I was the mean kid, not you.

You were actually being resourceful, knowing that at Lisanne's you could play with the funner toys. You were also young and seemingly very focused. I really was a mean kid, but it took a while for me to let go on someone, but when I did, it made up for everything they did to me and more.

When I was prekindergarten age, not exactly sure, but I was trying to untangle some string to play with the cat. My older sister wanted me to play with her. So she came up behind me and started pushing me and tagging me and running. So I went to smack her, but she was quite a bit larger than I, and had jumped on the bed, and was kicking me away. So I marched into the kitchen and grabbed the frying pan. I was on my way back down the hall to hit her hard when my mom caught me. There are many more instances too, I broke my older brother's front tooth. Not out, but knocked a good corner off of it. He is 6'6" now, but was about 10 yrs old at the time, he is 5 years older than me.

[xchrom]

4. i didn't set the house on fire. nt

[Crystal Clarity]

5. I accidentally 'helped' my sister's parakeet make his escape.

I seriously didn't mean to, but it happened and I didn't own up to it until we were in our 20's.

She used to let Patrick out of his cage to fly around in her room from time to time, but would never let me do it. So one day, when I was about 7 or 8, I went into her room and let him out. Problem was that I stupidly forgot to close the door. Patrick flew downstairs and straight out an open window that my mother was Spring-Cleaning at the time. It was definitely a fluke thing that both the window and screen just happened to be open.

I somehow managed to slip away unseen and act totally surprised when I heard about it. Since I had been ruled out as the culprit, everyone concluded that somehow Patrick got out on his own. I felt terrible about it but didn't dare to confess since I'd have been in BIG trouble.
:yoiks:

Poor Patrick was never seen again although everyone looked (including me, of course). I just hope he had a wonderful time during his freedom until the weather, starvation, or some other animal got him. :-(

[laylah]

6. It was picture day,

I took my mom's pinking shears and cut one of my sister's braids off. I was 4, she was 3.

Mom sent me to my room for a "wait 'til your dad gets home" time-out. Crawled out of my window, onto the kitchen roof, jumped across the space between the kitchen and the "wash house" roofs, crawled down onto the gas tank, jumped, and walked into the back door. Mom actually cracked up, got my happy butt off the hook. I was 7.

Jenn

[tigereye]

7. I always wonder why parents are so surprised when little kids do this stuff

they really don't have very good reasoning skills or self-control at that age a lot of the time! :rofl:

[Iggo]

8. I'm not telling other than to say...

...there was a really good reason I was kicked out of Catholic school in the 2nd Grade.

[elleng]

16. PLEASE tell!!!

[siligut]

17. Yes, please tell!

We gotta hear this. We told you ours.

[hunter]

9. I lit a "campfire" in the kindergarten sandbox.

Wax paper milk cartons burn really well.

[mulsh]

10. when we were 3 years old my twin brother and I

woke up in the middle of the night and for some reason decided that it would be more fun to sleep in the dresser in our bedroom. so we opened a couple of the middle drawer and crawled in. the dresser promptly fell over on top of the drawers. Fortunately we were both lying down in the drawers. We then fell asleep. I remember hearing a piercing scream when I woke up. that would be my mom when she walked into the bedroom. My brother and I were fine of course but we wondered why our parents were so upset.

shortly before she died my mom told me that was one of the worst morning in her life. she fully expected to found a couple of decapitated kids when they righted the dresser. oh they also removed the dresser from our bedroom that day.

I did many other bad things as a kid but I'm waiting for the statute of limitations to run out before I reveal them.

[Tikki]

11. I spent most of 10~14 y.o. bored out of my skull..I did a lot of...

of mischievous things.

I spent most time with no adult supervision. I made my own entertainment.

I'd grab a pillow out of home furnishings and go to the mattress section and crawl on one of the
beds in an out of the way corner and hang out there until someone found me...
sometimes later than you think.

My home State had all the Tavern's windows and entrances blacked out so no one could see the
patrons from the street. I lived in an extremely hot climate and during the Summers the Tavern
doors would be opened from a long hall-type entrance. I'd run real fast back and forth by the entrance
yelling by the door for Daddy to come home...Mommy was crying and needed him. Of course I had no daddy
and hardly a mother at home.

Sometimes when I went to town and I saw someone litter on the street or sidewalk
I'd follow behind them sing that song 'Please. please don't be a Litterbug, because every litter bit hurts."

Would I do this kind of sh*t again if I could? NO


Tikki

[I Have A Dream]

19. I think that you should still do the litterbug song.

That would teach them... :thumbsup:

[Blue_In_AK]

18. I used to catch grasshoppers and remove their legs one by one.

These days I have spiders living in my office and set live traps for the shrews that come in during the winter. I just can't bear the thought of killing them. Times change.

[mzteris]

20. there was a stop sign

on the street two houses up from mine. There were about four of us one fine day when the frogs had all recently started hopping about so we were running around catching them. One boy went to throw one on the other girl, and it landed on a passing car. Well - it didn't take us long to find a new game - and these were the days of no airconditioners so people had their windows rolled down. We'd throw frogs into cars stopped at the stop sign.

Until one of the local football players got out of his car and started chasing us screaming he was going to kill us. Fortunately we knew the neighborhood and he didn't! I think we were maybe 9?


When I was about 4, the little girl across the street and I decided to play "circus clown" so I got my mother's red lipstick and we painted our noses red and red cheeks and big red smiles - on ourselves and her dolls.


Teachers used to make me stand in the hall in first and second grade - - a lot. We'd have to stand with our toes protruding past the edge of the door so the teacher would know we were still there. The room was right next to the door to go outside so one beautiful day I got bored, took off my shoes so the toes would show, and then went outside to play on the playground. The teacher freaked when I wasn't there, but it didn't take long to find me. I had to write sentences then. :(

[rbnyc]

21. Fat Al and the Mulberry Tree

I grew up in an apartment complex surrounded by busy streets. There were few places to play or ride our bikes, and there was an apartment complex committee that was always making rules essentially designed to keep us kids out of sight and quiet. The head of this committee was a mean “old” man named Al. He had kind of a big round belly and the kids called him Fat Al.
There was a vacant lot next door that was overgrown and had a big mulberry tree. The lot was right across from Fat Al’s living room picture window, but there was nothing he could do to keep us off the property. We would catch grasshoppers, climb the tree, eat mulberries and have a wonderful time in our sanctuary.

Then, they started building a house on the lot. We still had fun playing on the construction site whenever the workers were not there, and they did not cut down our beloved tree. But eventually, the house was finished, and a couple moved in, and all we had left were a few mulberry branches hanging over the fence into the driveway right outside Fat Al’s window.

This is where we would congregate, play, eat berries, make berry bombs and make noise. Fat Al would yell at us, we would run away, and we would come back again and again.

Finally, Fat Al approached the new homeowners and got permission to climb the tree and cut down the branches that hung over the fence. We all gathered round him, glaring hatefully as he climbed with his chainsaw and began to cut. To our astonishment, and indeed, unrepentant joy, we watched him slip from the tree with his chainsaw and cut his arm right below the shoulder so that it hung from a thread, almost completely detached. He screamed and blood sprayed everywhere.

We circled around and chanted “Fat Al, Fat Al, Fat Al,” without a modicum of pity or shame. It was a brutal and telling moment. And I was indeed at the center of it, being the child that the others looked to for leadership and ideas and to set the tone of play.
We were quickly ushered away by the rush of adults responding to the screams, and the ambulance arrived quickly. But in the years that followed, the only thing we ever regretted was losing access to the mulberry tree.

[alphafemale]

24. lol! OK you made me laugh but i'm still calling bullshit on this one

:evilgrin:

[rbnyc]

25. I'm not sure how old I was.

It was after my parents divorce and before I went to live with my dad, so I was between 7 and 12. I think I was probably around 9. Anyway, I'm sure some of the details have morphed over time, but that's how I remember it. It's true.

[JVS]

22. I learned it was more fun to hit a box full of caps with the butt of my capgun than to load them

[alphafemale]

23. I think I was about 4. I pooped in a "display" toilet in a store.

:rofl:

[orleans]

26. those weren't bad things, applegrove

you were just a little girl

kids do goofy kid things all the time. it's part of what makes children wonderful--and keeps the adults on their toes!

[pacalo]

27. I'm ashamed of this: when I was around 9 yrs. old, a friend & I scooped up the

sawdust that fell when my dad made a rabbit cage to use as a "coconut" topping for some mud cookies we made. I offered one to my 5 yr. old brother & allowed him to take a bite. I can't believe I did that & I did get in trouble for it.