Tell us something awful you did as a kid.

[Friedchickenrocks]

Aged about 8 our grandad was staying with us and I hid his glasses. Nobody thought it was me but he knew. He was literally almost blind for a week and even went poking with his walking stick down the loo. "I know it's her. I just know it, little bitch" Eventually they magically re-appeared on the sideboard. I never did own up and my mum never thought it could possibly be her blue eyed girl.

I did that just the once. It was horrible, and made me feel awful. Poor slug literally bubbled.

@XenoBitch my partner swears blind a snail screamed once when he was little and he pulled its antenna off

I went through several thieving stages where I would nick whatever I could. I stole loads of little toys and doll accessories from the home of this one girl called Naomi who I really disliked because she was a friend of my friend and I was jealous of her.

I was wrestling with my brother and he was already surrendering but I decided to bite him as hard as I could on the nose. Like properly sunk my teeth in. Gave him a total phobia of anyone going near his nose to this day.

When I was much younger, like 3, I heaved a large stone through our dining room window. I distinctly remember not being sure it would break and wanting to find out. My mum was sat at the table directly behind the window when the rock crashed through and we both got so shocked and horrified!

😆😆Christ, how weird our memories can be.

In our close was a block of garages all made of breeze blocks some would be left permanently open one summer holidays about 8 of us of varying ages and heights decided to get a stick and each keep rubbing at the wall over the whole six weeks holidays to make a hole By the end of the six weeks some poor persons garage had 8 wholes of various heights right through to the other side
We then decided to have a party in there!!
Never once did it cross my mind as a child we were doing anything wrong feel bad now though

Posted this before but when I was about 6 my parents took me to Disney and I accidentally got lost or wandered off, I can’t quite remember. I ended up getting found by some lovely staff who let me go to the front of the queues of the rides to console me whilst they tried to find my parents and gave me free sweets/snacks.

I was having so much of a good time not waiting in the queue for the teacups that when my parents finally did track me down about half an hour later I swore blind I’d never seen them before in my life. My mother got carted away by security/staff and my dad had to go all the way back to the hotel (supervised by an escort) to get our passports to prove I was in fact their child.

My parents were understandably furious

I stole one Ferraro Rocher per day from the chocolates my mum had bought for my sisters ahead of Christmas.

I used to eat them behind the sofa in the 'good' living room and stash the wrappers behind the radiator pipe. I don't know how I thought I'd get away with it because eventually each box just had a few in each with the brown layer of paper balanced between them 😆

Fuck me I didn't think I was evil but I really laughed at the op .....

This made me laugh. Sorry 😆

You evil little genius

Class mean girl brought her favourite doll to school on a show and tell day. I gave it a curly moustache in biro during lunch. No one ever knew it was me.

About 7 or 8 the neighbor boy was annoying me going on about what Santa had brought him.... About 5 mins after he went home my mom got a call from his mom. Boy was I in trouble

This is truly awful and it has bothered me ever since. In the 80s, magazines (available in my local library) had adverts for things (they were usually quite dreadful things like a ceramic cat collection, horrendous dolls, plate collections, nighties etc. where they would send you the first one for free on a sale or return basis) but if you did not return them, you were pressurised to pay for the remainder of the collection - often very expensive. Aged 10, I randomly picked someone out of the phone book (also in the library) and sent them all manner of crap for several weeks. I was industrious in my efforts and suspect they will have had in excess of 40 things arriving in short succession that they never wanted, never asked for, and had the hassle to sort out. I don't even know why I did it. I feel dreadful for the recipient, and I am still ashamed of it 40 years later.

Not entirely sure of ages but would have been between 5-8.

My mam would tell a story of how she found a frog to show me at the park, I panicked and stamped on it. Poor frog.

My brother had one of those ride on plastic fire engines. I lifted the seat, set a fire, then closed it. Probably lucky the house didn't catch light.

I poured water into the TV to see what would happen. Unsurprisingly the TV stopped working, so I blamed my brother.

Some kids at the end of the street were giving me a hard time, so I wrote some threatening graffiti on our wall and said they did it to get them in trouble.

Now I think about it I was a bit of a shit.

I did this! I unwrapped all the chocolate Christmas tree decorations (first and only year we had those) and ate them, also unwrapped the little Christmas crackers my mum had bought for the tree and took out all the charms and shoved all the wrappers under the settee - same year, again first and last year. Like you, I don’t know how I expected to get away with it. Mum rebought them and I wasn’t allowed to have any, even on Christmas Day which was when we were supposed to have them (I expect she did let me in the end)

another time I carefully opened the top of my sister’s advent calendar, slid out the tray and ate all the chocolates then prayed she thought she’d had a faulty one. She did not think that.

can’t stop laughing at the brick throwing.
peak childhood lunacy!

Me and my friend (age 7) mixed up a 'magic potion' of all the colourful gooey things on her mums dressing table. Nail varnishes, lipsitcks, creams and perfumes. It was a lot of fun. She banged our heads together.
That wasn't fun.

Got another one, that I feel bad about over 40 years later! I lived in a small village and me and my mate used to mess about in the phone box. Not vandals, but do you remember the time you could dial the 25 number long phone number and listen to number one in the charts for free? It was that era! So we were forever in there. I once dialled a random number and started shouting help, while the pips were going. For some reason, I memorised that number and kept doing it, over the space of a week, even when my mate wasn't with me! God knows what the poor woman at the other end thought was going on. I could hear her, but don't know what she was saying! I did start to feel guilty, so I stopped doing it.
I don't like the insect/animal comments, O was the kid who tried to save anything injured or squashed and cried buckets when I couldn't. But kids are kids, I get that.

Oh blimey yes the prank calls from phone boxes! We spent a lot of time doing that.
I even used to prank call my own parents over and over again because you didn't have to put any money in until they answered so you could just hang up so it didn't cost anything.
They thought they were being victimised and harrassed. They still don't know it was me, age 7

Holy Jesus, this is brilliantly mad (/ I am slightly concerned you may be a serial killer) 😂

When I was eight I whacked my brother over the head with my dad's nine iron because he ate my birthday chocolates.
He had four stitches and a lump the size of an egg.
I had a hiding off my mum.
My mum used to buy a large tin of quality street for Christmas which was a few weeks later, and I found them. In retaliation for the birthday chocolates, I ate half of them and shoved the wrappers under his mattress.
Then laughed when my mum gave him a hiding when she discovered them.

That's how George made his Marvellous Medicine! Good job you didn't feed it to your Grandma, she'd have gone through the roof...

You're all bloody evil 😂😂😂🤭🤭

The boy next door was a pest - he broke my toys etc. including new Christmas presents (my parents would have cheerfully throttled him just for that). His Mum thought the sun shone out of his bum, but I didn’t like him at all, and my parents absolutely loathed him, but they tried to keep on good terms with his parents.

One day her from next door called round and brought Sunny Bum along. We were supposed to ‘play nicely’ in the garden but I got rather fed up with his teasing. His mum had her back to the window - so she couldn’t see him being a vile little pest. My Mum was facing the garden but Mrs X was in full flow AND. WOULD. NOT.BE. STOPPED. so she was held a somewhat helpless captive.

I snapped and grabbed the rake hanging outside the tool shed and chased him down the garden, where he barricaded himself in the other shed.

My mum was facing the window and could see everything unfolding. She described afterwards how she struggled to keep a straight face while silently egging me on. I brandished the rake threateningly every time he tried to peek out of the door. After about 10 minutes of this fun and probably adding years to my poor mother’s life, I sauntered off, put the rake back, and the boy emerged eventually.

He couldn’t tell on me because he couldn’t risk exposing having called me names and pulled my hair.

For some strange reason that was the last time he came round to torment me.

When they left my Mum let out all the pent-up giggles. . . when my Dad heard the tale all he said, rather grimly, was ‘Good. About time someone taught him a lesson.’

I did this too. For some reason I found out the dial code for the US and rang it until they answered. I memorised one number and rang it every single day for weeks. Of course I didn't think about the time difference. God knows what they must have thought being woken every night on the dot by some child with a strange accent saying 'hello' 'hello'.