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To ask what naughty tricks you got up to as children(64 Posts)
Mine generally involved putting DB up to no good - eg telling him to throw favourite toy downstairs in middle of night then wake up parents and make them look for it or sending him with silly messages.
I once mad db eat cat food
I also made my baby sitter cry by telling her I'd tell my mum she'd hit me if I wasn't allowed to stay up and do what I liked!
We also wrecked a couple of those nylon sleeping bags you got back in the 70's
We'd put my db at the bottom for extra weight, climb in the top and slide really fast all the way down the stairs!!!
I recorded myself playing the piano and played it really loud out of window so we could watch all the neighbours come out thinking it was the ice cream van...They did
I told my friend at school stories about my little brother Alex. I don't have a little brother (just an older one) but wanted one desperately.
Then I was terrified when she was invited to my tenth birthday party because she would obviously see that I had no little brother. So I asked her how many brothers I had, she said "two" and I completely gaslighted her. Just pretended I had no idea what she was talking about and gave her total faces and said she was thinking of someone else. She was confused but went along with it.
We became really good friends and I confessed all when we were older. She's still my best friend and she still occasionally asks after Alex.
I once had a babysitter in tears & refused to come back too Blushing
We convinced her we had rats in the house & turned out she was phobic - she was hysterical by the time DPs got home, me & DB got to stay up until they got home too though - not sure if she believed we were too scared of the rats living in the wall & under the floor or was to scared to sit by herself.
She never came back
Rockin, my mum bought her the new culture club cassette to say sorry for how evil I'd been! I don't think she came back either!
Oh dear - lol,
I think because my DB was involved & she always believed everything he said my DM believe we were genuinely scared, so we got away with it, I also think she was insulted by the babysitter thinking we really did have rats
my big brother and I used to play how many lego bricks can you fit in Dad's boots without him noticing until after he put the boots on, we have since taught it to each younger sibling as soon as they got old enough for lego, even now Dad won't put shoes on without turning them upside down and shaking them to check for lego.
We spent an entire summer leaving large cat prints in the woods and even dumped some chicken bones we salvaged from the bins and some half chewed bones stolen from the poor dog. Highlight of this prank was when someone sent a photo of one of the footprints into the local paper, I nearly wet myself when mum told us we had to be careful in the woods coz of the big cat she'd read about.
Often bobby-trapped big bro's bedroom for no reason other than i could.
When little sister1 learned to read I wrote her notes covered in glitter pretending to be a fairy and asking her to hide sweets under a pot on the patio for me, felt guilty about that and this is why little sister 1 (who is now 16) always gets a pack of sweets when I visit.
frequently fed little brother 1 pet food, inspired by 'Woof', sadly dog biscuits do not turn you into a dog, cat biscuits, hamster food, bird food and fish food don't work either, little bro drew the line at trying the turtles frozen bloodworms and told mum about my experiments.
Convinced little sister 2 and little brother 2 as toddlers that there was such a thing as a big sister tax and so they had to give me one sweet/crisp/biscuit every time they asked me to open a packet for them.
bobby-trapped? I meant booby-trapped.
We were absolutely forbidden to walk over the railway line.... so we found a drainage tunnel and walked under it.
My best friend who lived a few doors down and I did lots of Simpsons style phone pranks from the phone in my parents' bedroom.
We also once "burgled" my house when we were bored, which involved putting a load of valuables in two bin bags and stashing them in the woods at the end of our road. Didn't go down too well...
Me and a friend skived off Junior School one lunch time, and went back to her house to hide in her wardrobe. Fuck knows why. Her mum was a WPC Idiots!
My mum used to get chocolate baubles for the tree. Every year without fail my brother would eat them and leave the foil wrapping dangling. One year we caught him in the act. 'BaublesBruv have you been eating the chocolates?'
He shakes his head slowly not realising his mush is covered in chocolate. Bless.
I ran away from home once and there were police out looking for me and everything. Feel so awful looking back.
I told my mum my brother had been truanting from school and she went MAD.
Oh and when I was five, walking home from school with my sdad.
'Dad you're a dickhead'
He should stopped midwalk and looked at me for a full ten seconds.
I honestly didn't realise it was a bad word!
We grew up with a "pedigree" doberman someone gave my Dad, we suspect she was part greyhound as she was incredibly fast and never quite filled out the way dobes do.
She was trained to run like the clappers if you shouted go. This was back in the 80s when dogs had more freedom, she was allowed to play on the street with the kids.
We tied a makeshift lead to her collar in the form of someone's belt, gave it my roller booted youngest sister to hold and yelled "GO" We were all too busy pissing our selves laughing to shout stop. Half the street came out when they heard my sisters pained cries of "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" as she whizzed past their house.
We got into so much trouble. We still piss ourselves laughing when we talk about it. It was so worth the trouble we got into [ashamed of ones self]
I remember vividly making my dad actually eating a worm pie, because I was so insistent.
I had to be rescued from the top of a ten foot hedge after getting stuck in the middle of it while climbing.
We used to run through the farmers field behind the house. Usually he had sheep in there. One day it was a bull. We stopped.
One summer, the boys in the street and me had the bright idea of using the kitchen roof to jump off onto the garden and pretend we were flying. So we went in through the front door up the stairs and climbed out of my sisters bedroom window and leapt off, in this great chain of children.
Ten feet high flat roof, across a three foot wide drop onto concrete on to a raised garden approx 4ft higher than the path. We never actually got any cake that day as mum dropped the bowl in shock.
Pinching the chocolates off the Christmas tree. To be fair, Dad did help with that one.
Convincing a friends 5yo brother to have a go on a horse then having him tell him mum he 'slipped' when he went home with a broken arm.
Saying "I saw a snake!" after crossing some waste-ground on the way to school - The school closed the next day because the caretaker burned the entire area of weeds/bushes.
I told my younger brother he didn't like chocolate.
My father gave us a chocolate bar to share. When he went out of the room, my Dbro asked 'should we share the chocolate?' He was 4. I was 6.
'Well, you could have some chocolate, but last time you did that, you sicked all over the sofa! And me! And you couldn't wear your pyjamas so you had to wear a t-shirt and pants all night. So...'
And then DBro told me that that definitely didn't happen.
I told him it did. I even fetched his pyjamas and showed a stain which proved he had vomited after eating chocolate. I can't remember exactly, but I don't think there was a stain, I convinced him there was though.
And then, finally, I finished with 'and after, you said it tasted ugh. Are you stupid? Why can't you remember?'
So I played mental torture with my brother and won all the chocolate.
Where I lived (a Nordic country) there were killer whales. A little boy, about 11, was killed by one, when I was 4 and a half. It evidently stuck with me, because when I was 7, I forgot the time completely, and played for hours on the beach. I usually did that, but that day I had a doctor appointment, so had been told to only spend a few minutes there. When I came home, at about 7:30, my mother was furious, she smacked me hard and yelled a lot, and kept on smacking me. So I told her that I'd been fighting off a killer whale to save my friend, and it was horrible to smack me for saving someone's life. She didn't believe me
Islenka - that killer whale story is bollocks. Don't make shit like that up please. It's gives the whales a bas name.
When I was adopted, my parents had a working farm. I was kind of getting used to it, it was very different of course. One day, I kidnapped one of the orphan goats and hid it in my bedroom. I was 13 and was evidently a complete idiot. My idea was to allow it to be a pet- if my parents discovered it, completely tame, then maybe they'd let it not just be used for the farm iyswim and be allowed in the house etc; My brother helped, and helped erect a kind of home for it under the bed. We hadn't taken into account the noise and the smell, and the poo. One day later, we were found out and were in Big Trouble.
No, it really isn't. It either killed or seriously injured an 11yo. They are kind, gentle, clever animals. I don't know what the fuck happened. But it did.
Before I hit 5 I:
climbed up on to the roof (we lived in a bungalow) with Mum's toothbrush to "clean the chimney"; gave all my dolls tattoos with a marker; and ran away for 4 hours and hid in a tree watching the panic. It's a miracle they didn't just leave me behind when we moved city when I was 5.
1970s. Aged 5 : on a family walk, repeated a joke I'd heard in the playground that day about monkeys jumping out of an aeroplane without a parachute. it had the unforgettable punchline ... 'Me not soft, me not silly, me held on to daddy's willy'.
Aged 7: chewing up bits of toilet roll with db, spitting them out to harden and build up a stash of ammo for our peashooters (hollow wendy house sticks we used to poke out the bedroom window at unsuspecting passersby). Loo roll ammo into peashooter, point at back of neck - BLOW!)
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