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ProudAS Wed 01-Jan-14 22:13:30

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.

bouncingbelle Sun 05-Jan-14 23:07:16

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)!

Shosha1 Sun 05-Jan-14 23:02:39

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 smile

To be fair it was in retaliation as they had filled my bed with snake skins (Shudder)

wyldchyld Sun 05-Jan-14 22:36:49

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!

Degustibusnonestdisputandem Sun 05-Jan-14 22:17:37

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!

cornishcreamtea Fri 03-Jan-14 15:22:09

degust Did the sheep enjoy being gratified?! wink

Cheesyslice Fri 03-Jan-14 13:12:13

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 hmm

wonderingsoul Fri 03-Jan-14 12:51:22

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.

scratched my brothers name into the paint on the windowsill so he got the blame.

Lamu Fri 03-Jan-14 12:05:15

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" hmm

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.

ProfondoRosso Fri 03-Jan-14 11:42:33

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?

ProfondoRosso Fri 03-Jan-14 11:38:27

I was a very well behaved wee geek as a child. grin

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!

Pigsmummy Fri 03-Jan-14 11:33:21

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.

ebwy Fri 03-Jan-14 10:22:00

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.

knocking doors

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.

Degustibusnonestdisputandem Fri 03-Jan-14 08:37:34

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!)

Frozennortherner Fri 03-Jan-14 07:33:57

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'. confused

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!)

Sceptimum Fri 03-Jan-14 03:18:58

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.

Islenka Fri 03-Jan-14 01:30:12

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.

Islenka Fri 03-Jan-14 01:29:23

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.

DailyMailGail Fri 03-Jan-14 01:28:07

Islenka - that killer whale story is bollocks. Don't make shit like that up please. It's gives the whales a bas name.

Islenka Fri 03-Jan-14 01:21:31

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 hmm

DailyMailGail Fri 03-Jan-14 00:45:18

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.

SecretNutellaFix Fri 03-Jan-14 00:15:26

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.

D0oinMeCleanin Fri 03-Jan-14 00:05:33

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] grin

DoYouLikeMyBaubles Fri 03-Jan-14 00:01:39

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!

Onepostposy Thu 02-Jan-14 23:59:07

I told my mum my brother had been truanting from school and she went MAD.

He hadn't! blush

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