Things I still wonder why the hell I did that as a kid...

Jupiter would a baby name book not have done?

We thought it was really exciting to ring the Speaking Clock. We only did it if our parents were out.

Barbies Lego swimming pool leaked a lot of water in the spare bedroom. Barbies barbecue in the same venue was worse...

We sold our family home, the only house I had until then ever lived in, when I was 14. I didn't want to move AT ALL, and we moved all of four miles own the road. I found it really traumatic

Anyway, when we moved, we left a load of fitted wardrobes in my old bedroom. Behind one of them, I wrote a message to the new owners saying that this was MY bedroom, and not theirs and stuff along those lines. Mortifying. Proper mortifying.

Utterly brilliant! 'Do you have plans to bring out multi-packs of 14 crisps?' has killed me.

My friend Lucy and I made a pact... To cross all bridges on the outside! There's usually a little ledge of some sort to edge across.We lived in the Fens and there are a lot of little footbridges on paths. However, we continued our pact on the large bridges with dual carriageways on them in the town.

Mad crushes on teachers, oh dear, I tried to impress them by reading poetry between lessons as we walked from room to room. With the poetry book held up in front of my face. I hoped they would see how sensitive and mature I was...

Hyperventilating to fake asthma...I didn't like hockey.

These are making me laugh out loud a lot - the standing on one leg and taking the labrador out whil pretending to be blind are hilarious.

Nominating this for classics, it's the funniest thread I've ever read

Plenty of Albert, Alfred and Wilfred round here.

In Primary 5 I just to push my eyeballs in with my fingers and then freak myself out as I could only see an outerspace-like blur for a few seconds. I'd do it for longer and longer periods until one day I thought I'd gone blind.

Why the heck didn't the teacher notice?

Poor woman nova at collecting rainwater to wash her hair....

I used to have a cup of water by my bed when I was young, I used to dip my finger in and drop the water by my eye and pretend I was crying.

Crapbag, when I was lacking inspiration for my second childs name I used to wander around the cemetery! I was an adult. I do not have a child called Bert or Wilfred. (though i am very fond of both names)

Oh I remember the weirdest one. When I was 5-6 we used to walk over to the church with school. My best friend and I were fascinated by the graves, especially the ones that were recent. As she lived near the church, we planned that I was going to sleep there and we would sneak out and dig one up one night. I did go and sleep there but we did decide not to go and dig up a corpse. I still wanted to though.

:D :D These stories are hilarious

Just remembered something a few more...
The great idea I had to tie a rope to the back of the milkman's milk float and hold onto it when I was on roller skates. Only I TIED the other end round my wrists and it went faster than I expected.... [ luckily he heard my screams!)

And deciding with a group of mates to go and have a campfire in a field..we pinched two haybales for seats, and merrily got the fire going and the frying pan out. Only it WAS a hayfield that had just been cut...

Luckily crop stubble burning WAS still legal back then, so I like to think we helped him out when the whole damn field caught fire

I have never mentioned any of this to my kids!!!!

I really wanted long hair as a child so I put 3 pairs of tights on my head and plaited them so I had long plaits. Problem was one pair was purple. I told my boss once at work and she was actually crying. There is photographic evidence of that one too.

At uni we found a trolley so at 2am we went outside taking turns to spin each other around then took a trip over a nearby bridge. We then took it into our halls and just left it in the kitchen. Hall mates were very confused the next morning.

Another time my friend d at uni wanted to take a cone home after a drunken night out (as you do as a student), a workman pulled up in a van at 2am to take it off her! The next day on my way back from lectures, I knew she had been disappointed so I picked one up and walked back with it and presented it to her. I thought it was normal, they all thought I was mad and brilliant.

One evening we were bored so went through the fridge and threw loads of food out of our windows onto the cars below. One had a trifle splattered into the windscreen, another had a bonnet full of beans. The beans one went out the next day and still shad beans on it when it returned.

I used to get lads I fancied to carry me when I didn't want to walk. They did as well!

IlovePonyo - I feel guilty now - she had the most beautiful hair and I think she collected rainwater to wash it. But it was quite an unusual thing to do even then.

Vicks under the eyes. Made us cry but I can't remember it getting us off games either.
Hiding up a tree to avoid games.

Oh god, crying at singing devil woman to your poor neighbour washing her hair nova! I'll think of that and start laughing to myself when I'm out in public I'm sure

nova.. blech!

Its not really unique this one (been racking my brain cell) but did other 40+ ring 100 and ask for Busby?

Where I went to school we used to go to an old chapel once a month. The floors had knot holes in them and we used to drop polos on the heads of the people below.

Before that I used to virtually live my life on old fashioned 1970's rollerskates. We were intent on doing a trick which involved me hanging off the back of a bike and going down a kerb and up a kerb across a driveway through the pavement. Every time I fell off, hurt my knee and eventually got Impetigo.

One of our neighbours used to wash her hair in a barrel in the garden (this was the 1970's). This (to my shame) caused us to sing through the holes in fence "she's just a devil woman, with evil looks in her eyes" - a Cliff Richard classic to those who weren't around at that time.

We also used to play "Sainsbury's" in the shed where we had a till and would make complaints about the service.

We once made a special mission to discover what was in the big pile of bags in the wood. It was mililtary. We planned it with great detail. They contained dog poo.

I have to concede of all the hilarious, the classics.. this is the best. I just know that some pearl of wisdom is going to interrupt my beauty sleep tonight!

I used to see how much loo paper I could fit up my nose. It's amazing how it just vanishes. I do wonder if its still there clogging up my sinuses.

That's it ! I've now bust the again (ribs) probably.