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 used to play with my dads model cars, I'd put Barbie in them and have her 'drive' around the living room while mum and dad were still in bed
I once painted some of the wooden effect sideboard blue, so my mum painted the rest of it blue and stenciled pretty patterns onto it.
I used to squeeze christmas presents to try and guess what they were
We used to knock folks doors and run away. Get an old purse and tie some thread to it and wait till someone walked along and bent to pick it up and pull the thread. Glue money to the pavement.
We got my dolls head and lowered it down from an upstairs window while mum was washing dishes downstairs - her scream was most edifying. Used to put things on top of an open door so they would drop on folk.
feeding pepper to dsis.
bling that has made me lol. for real, i mean.
Hhm I used to torture my dsis , I swapped all the heads from her Barbie's with my Dbs action men she was devastated as I'd stuck them on with glue so she couldn't swap them back
I also used to play 'Knock a Door Run' , best done when with an unsuspecting friend so you knock and then leg it leaving them behind
I'm not sure how my poor lovely Mum didn't have a breakdown with the tricks me and DB used to play on her. To name a few:
-Cling film on the toilet
-Bucket of water over the door
-A trip wire across the gate of my GP garden gate
-Horrid concoctions (pretending to be a cup of tea)
-Hiding in really good hiding places so she couldn't find us (at age 4 I hid in the tumble dryer for 45 minutes in the garage, she was beside herself, had to call my Dad at work and was on the verge of calling the police)
Thank god my DS has not tried anything that horrendous with me. I apologise regularly to my DM about my behaviour as a young child. On the plus side I was a really good teenager
these are great ideas. am i too old to try these out on my dm now?
I regularly scared my little sis so much she pissed herself - just by telling her stories
They took her to the doctor
Apparently I gave my 5 day old DB a piece of cheese (sharing is caring).
I also remember, when I was about 5, my brother had really, really pissed me off. So he came in my bedroom, annoying me, and I played dead! Just laid dead still and ignored him, I thought I was a genius - until he ran down the stairs screaming for my Dad that I was dead! My Dad then obviously freaked out, and I pretend that I'd just been asleep! DB got in a lot of trouble, and I just stayed quiet!
oh i used to do that and pretending to be a zombie too. very funny times. not for dsis though.
Mush some toilet roll up with water and throw it out of the window at passers by.
God, my kids are so tame compared to what we got up to as kids and the freedoms we had - And I was more of a goody two shoes compared to some of the kids I grew up with. thankfully my kids don't have a clue!
Tried to get budgie to poo in DF's tea (didn't actually do so BTW)
Loads of silly stuff but I did tell a whopper of a lie about a teacher... Aged 6 I had a fight in the playground and sustained a bruise in the middle of my forehead. When I got home (was collected by big sis) mum asked me what happened. I knew I would get in serious trouble for fighting, so I lied. I told mum that my teacher told me off for talking and them threw the blackboard rubber which hit me on the head, causing the bruise!
Mum went mental. Marched me into the headteacher's office the next morning demanding an explanation. Headteacher took one look at me, asked me if I was telling the truth at which point I crumbled and confessed all. Mum was mortified and I was in big trouble for weeks.
And can you guess my job? Yes, I am a primary school teacher. Oh the shame.
We used to brush the dog with mums hairbrush. He loved it and I don't think mum ever realised.
Poo sticks... Not the game that Winnie the Pooh plays. Involved chasing each other with sticks caked in cow shit
We used to like throwing stones at the bees nest and running for our lives. As seen in My Girl
I remember my DB being obsessed with Home Alone when he was younger and trying recreate some of the tricks from that. Mum had to ban him from watching it for a few years.
I spent a lot if my childhood telling him he would end up in prison before he reached adulthood. He's actually a really sensible and loving DB as an adult now, and an amazing uncle to DS. He now passes on his naughty ideas to DS to try out! I can't wait til DB has kids!
Setting all the clocks forward an hour in the middle of the night.
Putting 100g of salt in the kettle
Asking for 3 weeks pocket money every 2 weeks
Inducing terror in lil sis by chasing, but deliberately never catching her
When a very small child, being an absolutely dangerous bastard to baby sister, eg giving her sweets to see what would happen (she choked, unsurprisingly)
Generally setting lil bro up for trouble, by cunningly manipulating his lack of self control and violent temper
Unbelievably, my bro was actually more trouble than I was.
Large Georgian house with huge fire place, my DB and I decided to go up the chimney to look for Santa. Someone had blocked it with an old coat, which we pulled out, the whole room was covered in soot.
Had a pillow fight with DB, the pillows burst. Thought it would be funny to stick the feathers on ourselves. There we were 2 am, stark naked except for a coating of strawberry jam and feathers doing chicken impressions.
We killed a man and buried him in the woods. Told everyone the Wolves did it.
I didn't like the brand new white (I know, what were they thinking) leather sofas my parents had just bought so I scribbled all over them in permanant marker and then emptied the contents of a bottle of bleach all over them. I was 5.
When I was 7, my mum came into the lounge to find me lying on the sofa with a tub of painkillers littered all over me and near my mouth, and me lying in dramatic dying position with tongue sticking out, feigning suicide.
Another time my mum came into the bathroom to find me fillng up my plastic teapot with water from the toilet. Apparently me and my friend had spent all afternoon drinking it.
Knocky door ginger. Hedge hopping. Prank phone calls to my friend's house and she did it back. My parents worked out it was us so we threw them of the scent by getting another friend to ring while we were both with my parents!
Aww, gawd I would be here all day though I looked like butter wouldn't melt & never got caught it was never at home though, DB was the trouble there, but again always got away with it & I always got the blame
At about 8 I hot wired a small dumper truck that was left near building works - drove it around & accidentally crashed it into & demolished the new just built wall
Similar age or a bit older, around bonfire night built a bonfire around an abandoned car - this was close to a local scrap yard & the fire brigade were called as it exploded into a ball of flames & looked like it was going to spread.
About 11, took my pet mouse to school in a pencil case - sat very po faced & innocently working hard whilst my pencil case crawled slowly across the desk -watched by the teacher - who ran out of the room in tears & was off work for weeks - I always felt bad about that one though
Similar age sneaked back into school with stolen toilet rolls (the old school stuff that was like card) used it to write huge words across school playing fields, band & football names & insults to worst teachers - months of interrogation of kids & threats in assembly - they never suspected me at all though
Found mucky mags on a building site & took to drawing & engraving very detailed artwork inspired by this on school desks etc - I did get caught for this though as I was too good at art for it to be anyone else - first girl ever to get the slipper in my junior school -
I could go on
So glad DD doesn't take after me in this way
I raided the school fund tin when young as I was in the big,tall cupboard the teacher came in...she never saw me BUT my chubby lil fingers got caught in the tin taking the pennies out thankfully the teacher was stalled by my best mate and she didn't see me...with the proceeds of 'our' crime we bought 2 large bars of dark chocolate and scoffed em down...was as sick as a dog and to this day can't eat dark chocolate ...this same friend was digging a 6ft by 9ft hole to bury her goldfish in and I 'accidentally' nudged her in it I thought it was hysterical...she didn't told her Dad and I was banned from her house...for a couple of weeks....41 years later we are still good friends!!!!we were both 10 then ....now I'm allowed in her house and she is a keen gardener x
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!)
Oh goodness, where to even start?! I was brought up on a farm in Australia, the eldest of 5 kids, so there was a heck of a lot of mischief to get into! That said we had a very healthy respect for the many dangers to be found on a farm, and in Oz in general. One of my sisters(probably around 9 or 10 at the time) once took dad's John Deere green spray paint and gratified the pet sheep! Dad was not amused but didn't find out til years later which one of us did it (the sheep was fine by the way!)
apple pie beds - stopped when my mother pointed out that if we could do her bed that well we could make our own from now on.
tying a small bell to fishing line and dangling it out of the bedroom window (lights off at night), then making it ring to freak people out
potassium permanganate in the toilet cistern - the water was purple when flushed!
cling film on the toilet - sounded like a drum when my cousin peed on it and he got soaked with the spray from it.
playing the overflow pipe at my nanna's house like a trumpet, it made some lovely noise in the house.
terrifying a younger girl with stories of the ghost train coming to get her.
Once my sister and I were bitterly disappointed that it hadn't snowed on Christmas morning so we took all our talc (for some reason had loads of it with toy characters on) and stood on the top bunk of our bunk beds then covered the room and each other in talc. The entire room was white and I will never forget the look of horror on our Mums face when she opened our bedroom door.
Our long hair had to be cut off due to the talc, so we had really bad crew cuts that year.
I was a very well behaved wee geek as a child.
The 'naughtiest' thing I ever did was making up a fake survey and going round people's doors with my equally geeky wee pal. DANGEROUS!
Oh actually wait.
When I was about 3 I used to tell my granny I'd done a poo in various places when I hadn't. My poor wee granny would go looking for the nonexistent poos behind the couch, in the garden etc. And one day, when I told her I'd done a poo in my dad's tin whistle, she didn't believe me. My poor dad found out the ugly truth later. When I have DCs, I might use this tale to educate them against lying. Who needs the boy who cried wolf when you have the girl who cried Jobby?
I was pretty gullible when I was little, second youngest of four brothers I was pretty tame. Db2 and 3 gave me a round red hot chilli, told me it was a sweet, I put it in my mouth after a couple of seconds it was pretty clear it wasn't . I was 6.
We used to terrorise the poor security guards in our gated community. We'd wait till they were snoozing in the afternoon heat, usually under our tree out the front then switch on the sprinklers and run.
Db 2 had a thing about sticking things in sockets. Cue a burning smell and mum running in to find the socket and wall scorched. 'It want me it was Lamu"
Then there were phases of rescuing mangy diseased animals and hiding them in my wardrobe. The puppy only lasted 3 days after mum found fleas in my bed. He had to go back to the dump. The pigeon eventually died. And the kitten also got turfed out.
Then there was the time I'd decided that I'd take the school bus home unbeknown to my mother. I was probably about 5. I didn't really know where I lived. I was eventually dropped home after dark, mum was livid I got a good lashing that night.
scratched my brothers name into the paint on the windowsill so he got the blame.
lamu-- i had to re read that.. i thought you actually drove the school bus home...
i was quite tame, cant really remeber much. my mum used to jump down the last two stars so it made a thud than lay dead at the bottom of the stairs. when she was a kid.
i was allways more accident prone.. like jumping of a school gym climbing frame becasue the teacher said if we fell the mats below would protect us.. well they didnt and i ended up with a broken arm.
getting my arm stuck behind a radiator when it was on (thankfully i had my jumper on) i can remeberr it being story time and not wanting to make a fuss so i waited the 30 minutes slightling crying untill the teacher was done. the ambulance , firebirgade and police (god knowsd why) had to be called.
juping down the school steps, breaking my leg but haviong the head teacher who found me tell me i was fine and being dramtic and trying to send me back to class.
riding full pelt into a bramble bush with a friend becasue we thought id be funny.
I climbed out of my bedroom window and had a little wander around on the roof of our conservatory. Cue mum frantically charging up the stairs after a neighbour phoned her to dob me in
degust Did the sheep enjoy being gratified?!
Cornish- it didn't seem terribly fussed! 'twas a weird pet sheep, it used to stalk my youngest sister and scare the crap out of her; it also used to jump onto the back of the ute when there was a big bulk sack of dog food on it, tear it open with a hoof, and proceed to eat it!
I wasn't a particularly naughty kid BUT I did have a terrifyingly good imagination (and still do! Stephen King gives me nightmares aged 22). I remember my Guides met in a Church hut in a very old, very big churchyard with a huge tree. I told all the Guides (and all the Brownies) aged 10 or 11 a very long, very scary story about this witch who was lynched on the tree and liked to steal the souls of children when they slept if they touched the tree or something like that. One of the guide leaders got in trouble from the parents because half of the kids wouldn't sleep / not stop crying for weeks but weirdly, I never got the blame!
We lived in Singapore as kids. At the end of our road was a air raid shelter.
Used to shut my younger brothers down there and chuck fire crackers in
To be fair it was in retaliation as they had filled my bed with snake skins (Shudder)
Actually laughing out loud about "the girl who cried jobby". I was a very boring well behaved child apart from cutting up my school skirt because I wanted to make it like a Hawaiian grass skirt, instigating the great game of "let's all jump off the garage roof" which WAS great till we got noticed and shouted at
and I then fell off and broke my ankle , giving a friend a haircut (aged 4) the day before the school photo, and over a period of months, gradually cutting off all the edging round my grans 70s style couch (I think this was around the same time as the grass skirt scissor obsession)!
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