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

This is my 7th year mnetting & I can honestly say this is the best thread I've ever read.

I used to eat...

rubbers
paper
scabs

I have no idea why.

Does anyone else want to twist their chin?

I knocked on a random persons door to ask Ou est la gare? Me and my friend thought it was funny, not sure the woman did.

Made up a dance to a medley of Erasure songs (which would totally out me if the friend I did it with is a mnetter). Made up a medley of North and South songs with same friend. (Some shit band from some shit TV show).

Used to phone the free sex line from phone boxes to ask them question s, we though we were funny but its what the line was for so they would have been used to it. Used to phone the operator a lot as well and ask stupid things. Got a boys number out of the phone book that we fancied and phoned him to tell him that two girls fancied him. Years later my friend saw him out and told him who it was.

This is a great thread.
It seems to me that if you are going to go into teaching you have to accept that you will be a focus of a lot of weird behaviour. Dealing with weird behaviour must be a massive part of teacher training.

TEACHER TRAINING SYLLABUS

MODULE 4: the crank phone call (crush-related)
MODULE 5: the crank phone call (funny name related)
MODULE 6: the fantasist (believes is foreign; believes is blind; believes is an animal)

I love these :) I was holding it together until I got to the walking the Labrador pretending to be blind and the leaping onto the dining room chair at school, I laughed out loud

I used to read books on the toilet as a child, not because I needed a wee but because i was comfy there. I'd just sit on the toilet until I'd finished the whole book.

And when I was about 13 my friend and I got a can of deodorant and a lighter and made massive flames by spraying the lit lighter with deo. In my parents garage!! Idiots.

I wrote a love letter to my great love (aged about 9). I wanted it to smell "sexy" (although I had no idea what this meant) so I rubbed my mum's best soap around the edge.

I moved a lot as a kid. At one school I decided the way to make new friends was to impress them with my standing on one leg talent. I really was very good and could soon spend the whole break stood one one leg. For some bizarre reason it didnt seem to attract friends. Can't think why....

I couldn't see what was wrong (me going off to read).

I shaved my chin or legs can't recall which with stepdad's razor, must have been 9 or 10 wanted to either see what it felt like or to shave what minuscule amounts of hair there was there.

I bled. awkward!

Had the made-up language with friends.

I also for some strange reason if friends came round sometimes I wouldn't play/speak to them (not falling out) and went off to read. (was a bookworm). My mum was really pissed off with me for that!

I also had a pet stone (or rather Done as I couldn't say the S). I dearly loved my stone and one day my Dad dropped it and broke it in 2, I was so upset he ended up buying superglue (money was really tight and could of done without the expense of superglue, I should add it wasn't like we were so poor I didn't have toys, I was just attached to a random stone). I was happy when my Done was stuck back together!

Oh and I've been trying my best to forget but haven't found enough brain bleach yet. I got roped into a charity evening, with a friend we sung a song about being small. I am an appalling singer and aged 13 was 5'7. I had never had the urge to run away from something like I did that night. I would be scared if I was famous that there might be a tape of it somewhere!

Crazyoldcatlady - I did the stapler thing but I was 17 and in my first job and vair vair bored!

I remember putting animal dominoes into the wee in my potty, and watching as the layers of cardboard peeled away from each other.

I was distraught when my mum threw them away, I thought they could be fixed :(

Oh! I also once stuck the sticker from an apple on the middle of my forehead. My mum allowed me to walk to the shop round the corner on my own, but only agreed it verbally from the top of the stairs whilst I was downstairs. So I walked to the shop with the sticker stuck on my head. Doh!

That reminds me, I wasn't allowed to get my eyebrows waxed, so I shaved them, I cut myself about 20 times and made a total mess, so I cut a fringe in to try and cover them up and made things about a million times worse, one side was really short and the other side really long, and I started it too far back. I had to make a flick like the blonde girl has in my hair with nearly a whole can of hairspray every day to try and hide my fringe and draw my eyebrows in with a light brown felt tip pen.

I guess I would have looked really cool if I went to secondry school in the 80s....

I remember it being funny not to cut the price tag off a new top and have it hanging out, if someone told you it was even funnier.
Wearing tights and leaves on my head (with encouragement from friends) and asking people for the time, also hysterically funny.
Kids are weird! I love all the replies, especially the striped wigged French one!

Oh dear!

Weeing on a rug in my bedroom (for some reason it felt nice) and lying about it, claiming I was asleep - aged about 4

Opening all the gates in front of houses along our road on the way to the shops, then closing them on the way back - aged about 5

Shoplifted pencils, rubbers, polos - aged about 13

Also spoke to a friend in made up language in the local park - aged about 13

Used a metal nail file to scrape away at dry skin on my legs - aged about 15

Pushed a friend around the town square at midnight in an abandoned shopping trolley we'd found - aged about 17

I'm sure there's more...

I used a an emery board to file away blackheads under my eyes. I didn't know what blackheads were and got disturbed (there were about 20... the fun I could have had!!) they duly disappeared. The next morning I had two linear scabs underneath each eye...

Piercing my nose in art class

Our school had a "tower block" (only 3 floors but who knew?!) and, knowing we would get a supply teacher, we made a boy give us his boots and held them upside down out the top floor classroom window pretending there was a kid suspended out there!!

Sitting in the back row of the class while the teacher read "Grandad With Snails" for the umpteenth time, sparked up a cigarette.

Having been given lines, 5 double pages torn from an exercise book to fill, went back the next day and said "Sir, you only gave us 3 pages..." That was to an RE teacher as well

I have nominated this thread for classics as it has made me weep, the 'I am 15' badge, the French girls, 'I love Robson and Jerome' it's too brilliant to lose!