Thing you did as a kid that got you in the most trouble

[Arcanetrance]

When I was about 7 my aunt had to watch my sister and I. Well she decided it would be a nice day out to take us to the Museum of Natural History in NYC. Well I decided I wanted to know what the dinosaur skeleton felt like. I reached out and touched it setting off tons of alarms in the process. My aunt was horrified and the trouble I got when my parents got home is still something I remember.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

1. Playing on the railroad tracks.

[Throd]

2. When I was 15 I stole a car and smashed it while being chased by the CHP.

[frogmarch]

3. Having a sassy mouth and

stealing cigarettes from my dad.

[NYC_SKP]

4. Climbing up the legs of manniquins, checking out the scenery.

Seemed harmless enough.

[cliffordu]

13. Not when you're 23.....

[NYC_SKP]

19. NGU cliffordu!

How do I post apic from an iPhone at a bar in Hawaii?

Here we go:

[cliffordu]

44. OH!!! Wait!!!!!

[Skittles]

49. f***ing pervs!!!

[NYC_SKP]

73. Yes but doing it with CLASS!!

Gooodmmmiittt

[Callmecrazy]

5. My pets....

I grew up in the desert Southwest and would bring home all manner of poisonous snakes and spiders and would bring them into the house. Mom would get mad but my dad would scream so loud that the sound would decalcify your entire spinal column and cause you to drop to your knees and say, " Please father, I'd rather you hit me than scream at me."
He could be such a tough, athletic guy most times and act like a weak little girl around bugs and stuff.
I once brought home a 4 foot king snake and he locked himself in his bathroom. Mom beat my ass for scaring my dad.

[Arcanetrance]

6. Those would be some really cool pets

[UTUSN]

7. Well, it wasn't ME, it was my bad cousin, two things:

1) He convinced me to poke a stick into a red-ant hill, and they crawled up our legs and bit us on our privates.

2) He convinced me to piss on the bathroom floor and his mother/my aunt castigated ME because I "should know better."



Anything else?!1

[Arcanetrance]

9. Sounds like your cousin was a real ass

[Art_from_Ark]

8. When I was 5 years old, I was trying to swing as high as I could

on the babysitter's swing set, with another kid on another swing doing the same thing. Some man who had come to call on the babysitter saw us and told her, and she made us sit in the "naughty chair".

[Gidney N Cloyd]

10. My friend and I were at the library (we were ~7) and were ready to go home. So...

... I called my mom to come get us, as we'd planned.
Both my parents had some problems with the idea of reasonable punctuality re 'time to pick the kid up.' It wasn't a disfunctionality thing, just missing the point. So my friend and I hung around the library for a while waiting for my mom until we decided she forgot or something. We walked home. Of course my mom did eventually show up and freaked out when she couldn't find us. She frantically (to hear her tell it) combed the streets between the library and our house until she finally came upon us strolling along. She scooped us up, dropped off my friend, and I spent the next few weeks grounded.

[treestar]

12. Similar story. I had religious instruction class, CCD

they were after school. I had to go home, then mom would drive me over to the Catholic School for the class. I did not like it. I hated it. I hated it so much I tried to play hooky from it once by just not coming home from school. It was a one block walk from school, so I just stayed on the swing set at the school playground. I went home when it was safe that CCD was over. Of course, mom was in hysterics about my not showing up.

[IrishEyes]

11. I was a really good kid

However, I do remember drawing on the sofa with my mom's lipstick. I had seen a woman writing a note on a mirror in lipstick in a movie. My mom was in shock.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

14. I used to do what they called "talking back."

I would hear things like "Don't YOU talk back to me!"



Oh but I did.


I still remember the taste of soap in my mouth. That would be considered abuse today...

[a la izquierda]

25. You were a back talker too?

I was notorious for me.
I also rolled my eyes. I still do that, almost unconsciously. My colleague spoke up at a meeting the other day and I did it...eek! I felt so bad!

But the back talking...lol.

[LoveMyCali]

47. I was a back talker too

but it was the foot stomp that really got me in trouble.

[Cadfael]

15. a little inadvertent arson

I was around 8 and there was a fad going around our neighborhood of lighting little fires (surrounded by a ring of rocks) in the field behind our house. The first (and obviously last) time I tried it was a scorchingly hot, dry and windy day and the little camp fire - which started about the diameter of a baseball - quickly spread to engulf about 1/4 acre. All of my co-conspirators ran home and I ran to tell my mom what I did so that someone with a clue (obviously not me) could do something about it. There ended up being no property loss of any kind (unless you count 2 foot high weeds and weedy trees) I apologized to the people whose property it was, and my folks ended up grounding me for a week. I think they thought I'd learned my lesson (which was very true) and I have always had an overly well developed capacity for guilt.

[hunter]

16. I went back in time and showed Hitler the art of Thomas Kinkade.

Hitler went on to become a very successful artist.

Unfortunately, World War II was fought with nuclear weapons. Everyone had them.

When I returned to my own time the earth was a radioactive wasteland.

Dr. Who picked me up in his Tardis and he was pissed.

Fortunately he was able to go back and clean up the mess.

He took the Kinkade art away from me and sent me right back home before the damage was done.

[Bertha Venation]

17. I bought an unauthorized Milky Way bar.

Still my favorite candy bar.

[Kali]

18. everything

[Solly Mack]

20. My mouth got me in a lot of trouble.

I challenged everything.

[aint_no_life_nowhere]

21. When I was about 6 years old in about 1956

we were living on the giant U.S. Air Force Base at Bitburg, Germany. It was like a town in itself, with row after row of four story apartment buildings for the families of soldiers stationed there. Our section of buildings was right at the edge of the complex, with the cemetery where SS Nazi officers were buried (the one that Ronald Reagan visited) at the far end and the French military Caserne after that and bordering vast fields cultivated by German farmers. I remember seeing French troops doing exercises in the uncultivated parts of those fields, getting ready to go to the bloody Algerian war. Also there were low bluffs covered by foliage in which you could find German army foxholes, with rusted helmets and old boots dating back to WWII and tunnels hacked out of the thick foliage going up the sides of the bluffs.

Some of us kids found two heavy duty German army machine guns, with tripods, wrapped in canvas and covered with grease in one of the tunnel complexes. Then we found boxes of machine gun bullet belts. The kids were always playing soldier games and we used the machine guns to play and tried to feed the ammo into them but didn't know how. One of the kids must have told our parents because I remember getting chewed out, especially when our parents saw how real the guns and ammo were. Back in those days, American families on the base were often being awakened at 3:00 in the morning by air raid sirens and told to go into the large building basement to practice for a possible Russian invasion. It was just a few years after the tensions of the Berlin airlift and we American kids wanted to be ready in case any Russians showed up. I know we were nuts.

[HipChick]

22. I burnt a book...

It wasn't just any old book...when I was a kid...my father has misplaced a book..it was an antique book...it was worth a lot of money back then,prob priceless now....well, I searched that house up and down, and eventually found it, and presented it to him, expecting my reward...

Well...he didn't give it to me, there and then....I got real mad, went out back, and lit a bonfire, and tossed the book on it....to this day he calls me Carrie and reminds me of the incident, and my temper...

[A HERETIC I AM]

69. :::Makes mental note:::::

Always, and I mean ALWAYS give HipChick her reward right the fuck now.

[Populist_Prole]

23. Near electrocuted myself while blowing out the power in our house

I was about 6 years old and had a cousing the same age sleeping over. This was about '68 or '69 and it was an old house even then. We were talking and mescheivieously messing around, as 6 year olds do, in my bedroom upstairs, which had this old unsused light fixture in the ceiling. A socket with no light bulb in it. We noticed the cutrain rods had a decorative bulb on each eand of them and we noted they were about the same diameter as the empty socket. For whatever reason we thought it would be neat to see what would happen if we pulled a curtain rod off and stuck the end in a light socket. We both moved a desk and put a chair on top of it so I could reach it. When I did, I was jolted as sparks flew and the rod knocked from my hand....and most of the lights in the house went out. Immediately we heard rapid thumping as my parents rushed up the stairs and saw what happened. I sure caught hell, and was blamed for it even though my cousin talked me in to it, though I never ratted on him. My mother shook and swatted me me as she admonished me that the electricity "could go down your arm right into your heart!".

[grilled onions]

24. Halloween Night I Went To The Other Side Of Town

I got lost and finally around nine I knocked on the door of an elderly lady and explained my situation. I got to call my dad(who was getting ready for bed--not happy AT ALL) meanwhile I had to sit in her "parlor" watching her cat(one of those siamese cats that was beautiful but totally humorless to strangers and eyed me with those staring eyes thinking "who are you?" It reminded me of a parents stare when it was lecture time and I got a lecture and a rerun of that lecture for many days.
On vacation I also climbed up to the roof of part of a house. It wasn't very high but I am phobic about heights and like the typical animal would not come down and again it was late at night and stirred up several neighbors trying to coax me down. I still cannot remember how I finally did crawl down. The ladder terrified me as much as height did.

[In_The_Wind]

26. My dad always got mad when I walked home from school through the woods.

As a preteen I couldn't see the difference in walking through the woods in East Point and walking through the woods around Lake Lanier.

[B Calm]

27. At 11 years old a friend of mine and myself went to

the neighbors shed and were sneaking a cigarette. We put the cigarette out by stepping on it, but an hour later we heard the fire truck coming down the street. The shed burnt to the ground and we were the suspects. The fire chief questioned both of us kids separately and we both denied we had anything to do with it.

My dad wasn't so sure and grounded me for a month.

[Xyzse]

28. I didn't get caught much

And the things I got caught were minor...

So, I don't know.

[pipi_k]

29. So apparently...

my two sisters and I were very good out in public, but at home we were little assclowns.

One day when I was about 7 or so, I decided it would be great fun for my two little sisters to moon every car that drove by our house.

One of my aunts happened to be driving by and saw the whole thing, and called my mom, who correctly guessed who the ringleader was. Don't even remember what sort of trouble I got into.

[Arcanetrance]

31. Lol of course family drives by at the most inopportune time

[pink-o]

30. I ran away at age 12.

Left a super-dramatic note (as only tween girls can do) about how I knew my family didn't care about me and I was going to LA to make my fortune. I got a half-mile from home, found a really cool treehouse on the edge of the local country club, and hung out there for about 4 hours.

Then I got bored, and decided to go home after all.

When I came through the door, my mom had just read the note, and was so pissed at my 'tude she found the worst punishment: She ordered my dad to take the stereo from my room and lock it up for 2 weeks. I was crying and apologizing, but she wouldn't back down.

I went to bed sobbing...and woke up with the worst case of Poison Oak I'd ever gotten in my life!

I was swollen like the Michelin Man and in a lot of pain for about a week. Instant Karma, everyone figured. But Mom relented and gave me back my music.

This happened in 1967. And Mom told this story to all my friends, my boyfriends and my ex husband till she died 40 years later.

Wish she were still here to tell it again!

[Arcanetrance]

32. The poison oak just adding insult to injury

[pink-o]

36. It humbled me a lot

Mother Nature's wrath on a drama princess

But believe me: I was not laughing at the time!

[pipi_k]

37. I ran away one time too...

at about the same age.

But only out of self preservation (so I thought).

There was this awful, terrible dentist who lived at the end of my block. I decided that he must have been an executioner, or maybe a Nazi torturer in a concentration camp in a previous life. He seemed to enjoy inflicting pain and drawing blood. I was terrified of him...so much that he had to give my mother tranquilizers for me before I went to see him.

So anyway, after a couple of years of this, my mom found another dentist and made an appointment for me. I was still phobic about dentists, and refused to go. I ran away from home and hid around the corner where there was a small tree filled terrace in the middle of the side street...climbed a tree, and watched as my mom drove by a number of times searching for me.

She gave up, and in the end, took one of my younger sisters so as not to waste the appointment.

Thing was, once I did consent to go (this dentist was my best friend's dentist as well) I really liked the guy. Which was good, because my teeth were very bad and cost my mom lots of money to have fixed.

[ConcernedCanuk]

33. Other than being born?

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List is too long . . .



CC

[Arcanetrance]

35. Lol being a liberal that still gets me in trouble with an entire half of my family

[Iggo]

34. Wow, so so so many things.

Which one got me in the MOST trouble?

Stealing money off my step-dad's dresser got me the beating of my life.
Signing my mom's name to more than a few documents when I was a teenager almost got me tossed in jail.
That thing I did to get kicked out of catholic school, even though I was only 6 years old.

Definitely one of those.

[PassingFair]

38. Playing with matches.

Behind the garage.

Got a spanking for each match the parents found.

I think I was about 6....it was the only spanking I ever had.

[Ron Obvious]

39. I pressed a button to stop the escalator

I was intrigued by the buttons on the brandspanking new, fancy escalator and pressed one of them. It merely stopped and made everyone on it have to use their legs to get off. A lot of adults seemed to think this was a big deal, though.

[mysuzuki2]

40. Getting my girlfriend pregnant.

45 years later I'm STILL in trouble!

[Aristus]

41. When I was 3 or 4, I broke some wiring on the motorcycle of the teenage kid who lived across

the street.

My grandfather (in loco parentis since my Dad was somewhere on Army duty) whaled the tar out of me. I don't think I sat down for a week.

[Jamaal510]

42. I pissed in my Dad's beer when I was 5 or 6

because I thought it would make him quit drinking, but instead, he got mad about it and still remembers it today.

[Boomerproud]

43. Jumping on the beds and playing "human cannonball" with my brothers.

Dad thought it was kind of funny, but Mom was not amused.

Also, around 13 or so my best friend took a pack of her mom's cigarettes and we smoked 'em up in her room. I think the butts outside the window gave us away.

[laundry_queen]

45. I was about 5 or 6

I was watching my mom sew and for some unknown reason (now that I sew I'm like wtf?) she used those thin razors instead of a seam ripper and I was really fascinated with this thin, flexible thing that cut thread. My mom scolded me for touching it, and told me it was so sharp it would slice my finger off. So later on, when she was in another room, I grabbed one of these razors and ran into the upstairs bathroom. I wanted to try it on skin to see if it was as sharp as she said - because on some level I didn't believe her (my mom lied a lot about things to shut me up or get me to leave things alone) but I was too scared to try it on myself. Just then my little brother, my poor brother that I hated and resented, walked in. I convinced him to let me try the razor on his finger.

I pressed a little too hard and gave him a nice, deep cut. Blood everywhere. I begged him to stop screaming, trying to stop the blood myself. I even managed a band aid before my mom walked in. Then my dad showed up.

I don't actually remember what happened after that. The only time in my life I don't remember the actual spanking. I can only assume it was so bad I blocked it out.

Then there was the time I got caught shoplifting as a teen. I was grounded without phone or friends or tv for the entire summer. That sucked.

Oh, and when I was 3 I ran away with a friend. She took off on me and went to a friend's house, so I was stuck in an unfamiliar area. Then it started to storm. Then some guy pulled up and asked me if I was lost so I got into a car with a stranger, who was a nice guy and drove me back to around where I said I lived, where he saw my pregnant mom frantically running around looking for me and asked her if she was looking for a little girl.

I didn't get in trouble that time. My teenage aunt, who was babysitting me at the time I took off, did though. She didn't babysit me after that either.

[Skittles]

48. I was playing with matches and burned a hole in my dress

my dad beat my ass good (spanking); suffice it to say I never played with matches again

[cherokeeprogressive]

51. Firebug.

[Skittles]

52. HEY!!!

YOU'RE BACK!

[cherokeeprogressive]

53. No more wavering...

Old habits are hard to break.

Besides, giving up DU meant giving up my dream of catching the eye of that gorgeous creature with the cigarette and beer in her hand...

Yeah, that picture made an impression!

I'm just going to try and avoid GD whenever possible.

[Skittles]

54. OMG that freaking pic

I was on break, I swear! LOL

[cherokeeprogressive]

57. It's okay... your secret is safe with me. I'm not tellin'.

Actually, my favorite part of the pic isn't the cigarette and the beer, it's the attitude coming in waves off of the babe holding them.

That's not only an asswhoopin' I'd willingly take; I'd be braggin' about it to the fellas...!

[Skittles]

62. the ATTITUDE is towards the guy taking the pic

I really, really hate getting my picture taken; always have

[cherokeeprogressive]

50. I cut school one day in my senior year of HS and took my Dad's new '78 Ford F-250 out for the day...

At the end of my junior year, I had been appointed to the position of Student Advocate in the ASB Cabinet for my senior year. It was the third position in the cabinet after ASB President and Vice-President, much like Speaker of the House in Congress.

There was something at the time every summer called the California Leadership Conference that was normally attended by ASB Presidents from high schools all over the state. That summer, both the ASB President and Vice-President were ill so I was tapped to attend. It was held on the campus at UC Santa Barbara, which is a BEAUTIFUL school. Five days of "feel good" stuff and teachers/counselors/principals/superintendents telling us how we were the cream of the crop etc...

I met the ASB President of a nearby school on the Amtrak train up to Santa Barbara and we hit it off... but I digress.

Long story short, I cut school one day, drove home in my '67 Mustang and traded it for my Dad's new truck because I knew it had gas in it, and where the keys were. I went to Janet's high school, picked her up, and we went to the beach for lunch, then back to her house for um... well.

I got back to my house at about 3. Driving around the corner of my street, what do I see but MY DAD'S CAR IN MY DRIVEWAY. He normally didn't come home until 5:30 or later.

So I kept driving. I drove to the restaurant Janet's parents owned and that she worked in after school. I sat there until she got off at 8. Got home at about 9. I walked into the house, expecting a whirlwind of shit, and my Dad simply asked "Where are my keys?". I handed them to him and he got up and went to bed. My Mom was already in bed. I thought "WOW! Dodge a bullet or WHAT?"

The next morning, I got up, showered, and walked to my Mustang to go to school. My Pioneer Supertuner was gone. No tunes? I got off easy. I turned the key... nothing. Not even a click. Got out, opened the hood... The spark plug wires were gone, as was the distributor cap. The battery was gone. The alternator was gone. The BELTS were gone. I smiled... they had to be in the garage. So I'd miss the first three classes of the day. No problem.

I opened the garage door, and there it all was, including my Supertuner, smashed to BITS in the middle of the garage floor. I walked to school that day, and every day for about six weeks. During that time, my Dad hardly said a word to me. When he wanted something, he'd tell my Mom to tell me, even if I was only an arm's length away.

Six weeks later, on a Saturday, I was moping around the house and he said "Hey". I looked up, and he handed me 6 new $20 bills. "Go fix your car" he said. I said "What about the stereo?" and he went silent and took on that glare he gets even to this day.

I ran out the door, across the street to my Grandma's house (yeah, talk about lucky) and borrowed her car. When I had it all put back together, I started it up and noticed him standing on the porch. He waved me up and handed me another $40. "What's her name?" "She don't like me any more..." "Well I guess you fucked up, huh? Get out of here."

I'm SO going to miss Him when He's gone... I don't call him enough, but when I do, he answers "Hey Boy" which is what he's called me since I can remember. Hell, I was five before I even knew I had a name...

[yuiyoshida]

55. I did something very dangerous and stupid..

Was fascinated with Rockets. One day I found a toy rocket, made of plastic. I stuck it on the end of a paper clip that I bent around to be straight. I needed a power source to launch it, so I stuck it in a electric wall socket. The rocket never went anywhere but I blew out the electricity in the entire house.. and had blacked fingers... from holding the plastic rocket. I was lucky, I did not kill myself!

of course I was about 10 years old when this happened.

[Chan790]

56. Playing Rambo with my brother...

with a wooden toy-rifle, he went "You're out of ammo!" so I did what John Rambo would have done in close combat. I executed a perfect buttstroke, apparently harder than I was trying to and knocked both his upper front teeth in...about a year before his adult teeth came in. Blood everywhere. He doesn't want to stop playing. He has a 1" line-thickness ring of blood around his mouth, his nose is broken, his mouth is so swollen it won't close. My mother is frantic..."Where are the teeth!? We need to get you to the dentist!"

"I sw__lophed tem." (I swallowed them.)

"Fuck!"

25 years later and I've finally stopped being blamed for his face being crooked. The dentist was convinced his adult upper incisors were going to come in black and dead. He was 5ish so I'd have been about 7.

The only thing that ever came close to getting me in as much trouble is when I was 5 I thought my 14 year old cousin was hurting my brother so I dropped a 20# rock on his head and cracked his skull, blackened both his eyes and sent him to the ER. Nobody knew how I got the rock off the ground, it weighed half as much as I did.

Same brother in both cases, the same one that knocked me unconscious with an aluminum bat. We were violent kids. The other brother stabbed me in the wrist and threw me face-first into a brick wall. It's amazing none of us are terribly brain-damaged.

[Ahpook]

58. Throwing eggs at cars

We kinda hit a police car

[Arcanetrance]

59. Sad no one was throwing pancakes than you'd hav a complete breakfast

eggs bacon and pancakes

[davidpdx]

60. Prank call to 911

It was a stupid thing to do. Cops showed up and I was grounded for a good while.

[Captain Stern]

61. Killed a drifter

I know now it was wrong. Give me a break...I was just 8,ok?

Kidding aside (the above was definitely kidding), the most trouble I got into as a child was a combination of theft/ playing with fire/ lieing. The night, and morning after Halloween, my buddy and I stole eveyr Jack-o-Lantern we could get our hands on, and put them in my buddy's basement, then lit them up.......we had about 30 of them....to this day I still think it looked awesome! Of course we got found out, and did the right thing.....we blamed it on his older brother. It almost worked out for us..just almost.

[IcyPeas]

63. radiator + crayons

I melted crayons on the radiator. It looked so pretty at first, then it all turned brown. I denied I did it, of course.

[Rhythm]

64. Coming in the house wet and covered in red-clay mud *AGAIN*

...after yet another 'apocalyptic mud war' down in the creek with my friends...

Yes... an army of 8 yr olds with mud-clod catapults...
My mother's washing machine gave up the ghost on numerous occasions.

[Broken_Hero]

65. Broke a window

there was an old lady living in a home right across the street from the bus stop, and all of us got the fucking dumb ass idea to throw rocks and try to break a window. The old lady saw all of us do it, and called our parents and my dad was waiting for me when I came home(with my bro who was in on it too), and he asked us if we broke any windows today, we lied and said no....well, the beatings began!

[Broken_Hero]

66. btw, this was the first, and only time Dad got on our asses in this fashion,

usually his punishments were doing horribly, menial labor around the house, or working with him(which was the fucking worst).

[OriginalGeek]

67. When I was 4 or 5 my mother dragged me kicking and screaming into the kitchen

and held a butcher knife to my hand and threatened to cut off all my fingers for coloring on the walls yet again. Apparently I liked to draw and crayon on wall was my medium of choice.

Now that I think about it, this is more of a terrible thing my mom did than a terrible thing I did.

[Arcanetrance]

68. Holy shit that's nuts

[OriginalGeek]

70. Yeah mom had issues

But it didn't get really bad until several years later when she left my dad and got religion and married an abusive dominionist.



not that I was perfect mind you - I got busted once when I was 7 or 8 for throwing rocks through sliding glass doors at an unoccupied apartment complex. Me and a friend thought the crashing of glass was cool. But I still wasn't in as much trouble as the wall coloring thing. Maybe because my dad handled that one.

I burned my little brother on the stomach with a bare light bulb. We didn't believe it was that hot and I elected him test subject.
He still has that scar.

I probably did other stuff too lol.

[Arcanetrance]

71. Lol I know what you mean about mom's having issues

My mom had paranoia issues. She once called the police saying I was following her around town and I was in another state entirely. My mom once took a knife to me as well cause I was trying to get her to take her meds.

[OriginalGeek]

72. It's a wonder we're sane at all...

Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy? Is it any wonder I'm sane at all
Well I'm so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got

Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands

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