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

One Christmas Dsis and I found a tin of quality street at the bottom of DM's wardrobe. We ate the whole lot then panicked about what we had done. We decided it would be a good thing to fill the empty tin with our dirty underwear then carefully sellotape the lid back on so it still looked sealed and place it back in the wardrobe. Needless to say DM was 'quite upset' when she opened them on christmas eve

This thread got me into trouble last night! I was silent laughing and making the bed shake so much it woke DP

I was a complete weirdo growing up.

YY to making perfume by putting rose petals in water. Also, me and DSis used to save orange peels and put them in the airing cupboard to dry. Once they were rock solid we would paint them with nail varnish and try to sell them as jewellery.

Age 12 I decided I wanted a fringe so cut one in. The only problem was I'd forgotten that fringes start from the top of your head, I just brushed down a thin layer at the front and snipped it resulting in a 2cm long strip of hair framing my face! I looked ridiculous and racking my brains I came up with a clever plan...I shaved the front of my head I have very dark hair so was left with blue/grey stubble in a circle on top of my forehead!! DD has recently done the same (12) because she wanted to get rid of some bum-fluff....obviously great minds think alike!!

After starting my periods, again aged 12, I felt too embarrassed to put any soiled knickers in the wash so I hid them in the back of my drawer. One day I was coming back home from the shops and noticed things hanging from my neighbours tree. As I got closer I noticed it was all of my dirty knickers My sister and her friend had found them and were merrily throwing them out the window onto the tree IN BROAD DAYLIGHT! I was so embarrassed and they refused to collect them so they just hung there all day until the poor neighbours got home. Luckily we did not witness the removal of the knickers, they were just gone when we checked after tea. Those poor people

Me and my best friend (aged around 7) used to mix wild berries and dog poo together and take it in turn sniffing the foul concoction, I have no idea why we liked doing this. Also we would collect any white dog poo we found like it was a rare treasure and hoard it in a den we had made in a hedge.

These are brilliant - Laughed so much, can't believe I only discovered mumsnet a few weeks ago. I remember sticking my finger in a light bulb socket just to see what it felt like..it hurt. Also I ate my dads entire box of 'special' fudge he,d received for his birthday and left him a little note inside saying thankyou from the 'sweet tooth fairy' ...he went ballistic and surprisingly knew it was me straight away

I did puppet shows too and once stapled my finger when invited to my older cousin's office. Waving to CrazyOldCatLady. Result! Lot of blood and lots of attention!

Pmsl @ giving your baby up for adoption. I actually giggled.

Pages and pages ago, somebody asked if anybody else pretended to be pregnant in late primary school. I went a step further, and tried to impress the new girl in Year 6 (we were 10) by claiming I'd had a baby which had been given up for adoption.

The only problem was, the girls then started asking me what sex was like. Was I vague? Oh no. I could give very specific details, thanks to an innocent feature on BBC News a few years before. The news story was, I think, about freezing sperm. I was listening to it but not watching. When I did look up at the screen, the image was of a chef stirring a pot of leeks. OBVIOUSLY it had moved onto the next feature, but for many years I thought that sperm looked like leeks.

So there's me telling a group of fascinated ten year olds that my boyfriend put his thing in me and a "long green vegetable" shot out and made a baby.

I just thank the stars that none of them told their parents or a teacher, I can't imagine the embarrassment.

Sooo many of these...

At about age 11 the next door neighbour's daughter and I had a delusion that we would make loads of money by sticking a CD player out of the window towards our street and blaring out Aqua's album "Aquarium" and then charging people to come and have an aerobics class in the street, taught by two pre-teens.

Around the same age, I was convinced that I was going to form a duo pop group with my best friend. I'd decided we were going to be called Dynamite and even practised signing my name for pictures and Smash Hits style autographs as "Donna, Dynamite x" Never told friend this!

I once wrote a letter to Smash Hits asking them why Hanson's hair was so girly. Though I don't think I really understood the postal system because I didn't put it in an envelope or put a stamp on it. the postman must have laughed a LOT.

For most of my childhood, I was a complete tomboy - wouldn't wear a skirt or a dress at all. Think it stemmed from my mothers desire to force me and my younger sister to dress the same in our early years. Anyway... one day I decided that I would prefer to be more girly and the way in which I would do this was to curl my hair. I got one of those giant round brushes that you use to blowdry hair and promptly curled a large section of the front of my hair round it. It got stuck and my nan had to cut it out, leaving e with the most ridiculous tiny portion of fringe on the right side for about 6 months.

Could go on all day...

Ghostbusters had not long been out. I emptied a bottle of green bubble bath over all the furniture in dsis room, and pretended it had been slimed. Incredibly my mum knew it was me, probably tipped of by the fact that a) it stank of pine b) slimer didn't exist and c) I'd been playing ghostbusters for weeks

A friend and I begged off sports day once and spent the time hiding in the bushes smelling (sticking noses right inside and inhaling with some force) the insides of dozens of used party poppers to see if it made us high. Actually it made us sick.

I decided one day at primary school (probably about age 6 or 7) we were going to have an American football tournament. I held up a home made poster in the playground for the whole of lunchtime to advertise it, and after lunch I made all my class get into their PE kits until the teacher came in and asked what the hell was going on. So cringe: I had to explain while just in my pants because I was in the process of getting changed too. Btw I know nothing about American football.

This will out me if anyone on here was at my school: for years a friend was obsessed with a male character in a bbc costume drama: Ioan Gruffudd in Tom Jones. She initiated a 'correspondence network' where we all wrote 18th-century style letters to each other (using 'old' looking paper, fake wax seals, calligraphy pens - but also making do with foolscap and biro if the message was URGENT) - all the letters were about were accusing each other of crushes on the male teachers and trying to start rumours that one of use was pregnant. This went on for MONTHS. I have a shoebox full of the letters still. They are totally mad. I never even watched Tom Jones. We were all 14 at the time.

So many more.

I once invited about ten friends to a "cinema evening" in my bedroom because my dad had given me the old VHS video player and I was excited. I wrote out tickets too. I didn't think to tell my parents until they each rolled up with their ticket. My bedroom was a tiny box room 5 foot square!

attemped to pierce a fellow boarders ears one night when we were about 12... Without her permission. She had said she wanted it done but was too scared, so thought I could just numb her ear when she was asleep then jam a needle through without her knowing... She screamed the place down (obviously) and I told matron that I was sleep walking. And they believed me. Because who would be that insane to do that whilst awake?

We used to chew up bits of toilet roll, leave them on the bedroom windowsill to dry lovely and hard. We'd wait for ages until a bald man passed by the house. Then, furtively slide one of the long, hollow Wendy House sticks out of the window and blow hard. We got really good at hitting our targets. And very fast at ducking out of sight when the poor sod turned around, wondering wtf was that?!

covered my hair in mayo to make it "healthier"

I washed it several times afterwards but my hair stank for days. bleurgh

Punch not lunh even!

My neighbours kid was weird too. Shes six years younger than me and is relatively normal now but a few things I remember her doing as a child;

Glueing all her mums light swithes into the on position. This was hilarious. I heard her mum shouting "what the fuck" from my bedroom.

She used to tell me stories about freddie kruger in the bath with a duck on his head.

When she was 11 she took a dislike to her sisters boyfriend. Admittedly he was a bit of a twat. But she properly hated him. He tried to start a play fight with her one day and she said "as if youd get me on the floor" stood up. Dropped him with a lunh and kicked him in the balls as he went down and calmly left the room.

Her kitten shit behind something and he told her and she insisted it hadnt. When she discovered the shit she picked it up and threw it in his face.

She hid in a cupboard for six hours. Her mum had the police out. They were NOT impressed when they heard giggles and found her in there under the laundry.

She cut her fringe off completely and then walked around like kenny from south park for months.

Her lovebird escaped so she sent the other one to find it!

hamsters on the ceiling fan.... Like a fair ground ride Coffee all over my keyboard now

I remember my brother coming home too. Age 6 or 7. Sobbing. Totally distraught. My mum askednhim what the matter was.

He said he was sorry but hed been SO naughty in class that the head mistress wanted to see my mum but hed lost the letter she gave him requestig a meeting.

My mum asked what hed done. He wouldnt say. Continued sobbing.

My mum was cross. She said he was not having his treat at the weekend and would be going to bed early every night and no games etc.

He continued sobbing.

My mum goes in to school the next day. Brither is sobbing again.

She cant find the head mistress so goes to his teacher and asks what has happened.

Teacher asks what she means.

Mum says well why does mrs s want to see me? Whats K done he says hes been naughty in class and she wants to see me.

Teacher:...... K is good as gold I dont know what you mean!

To this day he doesnt know why he told my mum hed been naughty!

My friend and I set his mums budgie on fire by accident.

Then one day we decorated the cage with his mums underwear. The budgies sat in the middle looking horrified. We left a photo of her son to incriminate him.

The budgies left eventually and flew away. She said it was our fault.

Me and my brother used to put our hamsters on the ceiling fan because we assumed they would enjoy it. Like a fair ground ride. Til one hit the window and died. My mum still brings that up to this day she was not happy.

Did you all grow up relatively normal?

Aged 6 I decided orange space hoppers were common so I got hold of a can of my Dads silver car spray paint and locked myself in the boxroom.
I was as high as a kite when my Mum found me half an hour later

My cousin lived on a main road and we used to write notes that said 'You nosey bastard!' and put them in an envelope marked 'To my love' and leave them on the pavement. We'd then watch, giggling from behind her bedroom curtains to see who would pick it up and read it. To this day I wonder why that was funny.

In the early 2000's when it was fashionable to wear your hair gelled back into a severe ponytail but leave two straggly pieces at the front, I decided that it would be amazing if I bleached the front bits, a la Rogue from X-Men. Of course I had no idea how to do this and the naturally dark brown hair was left bright orange and frizzy. Dismayed, I used my mum's brown mascara to hide the evidence every day for months, thinking that no-one would suspect anything of my crispy, streaky bits of hair.

A girl I'm still friends with now once grabbed it and commented that it "felt like horse hair" and I was so embarrassed I excused myself from the lesson and went home

Noel your spitting at abandoned puppies had me in absolutes stitches.