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 split nail polish remover on my uncles leather couch it left a big mark. I removed all evidence it could have been me and covered it with a pillow.

We went round again a few days later and my cousin has been grounded and had her nintendo taken off her for lying about the nail polish and pretending it wasn't her.

I never admitted it was me. My cousin thought it was her brother that did it.

Brilliant thread OP, I have thousands of things but one in particular springs to mind.........This was back in the 80s, must have been about 6 or 7, i was always sent to a lady called Janet whilst my parents were at work during summer hols who had a son a year older than me...Janet used to clean the village pub, this pub had a separate outbuilding with a skittle alley and bar....whilst Janet was cleaning the pub, her son and I broke into this outbuilding and discovered the optics.....we didn't drink anything but started mixing all the spirits to make potions.....to this day I can still hear Janet's heels clicking across the pub car park prior to discovery 🤣🤣🤣🤣

This reminds me of my dad! His sister spent ages setting the Christmas lights on her house to be all static as they were different sets that flashed at various intervals. My dad, having watched her do this and then go back inside, went and pressed each set again a random number of times so they went back to flashing manically. Everyone but his sister thought this was hilarious.

This was a few years ago so clearly my dad never grew up! 😂

I used to go to a family town in old Castile when I was a kid. It was a big house without running water, but it had an enormous tank to supply water to the house. When I say enormous, it was humongous to my 6 y.o. self. It even had a ladder.

Anyway, they were not a farm but had all kind of farm animals, pigs, ducks, and chickens.....lots of chickens with cute little chicks. For a little girl from Madrid, it was my idea of heaven.....until the day I stepped on a newborn chick and killed it. I panicked and instead of telling everyone I had killed a cute baby chicken, I tried to hide it. Where? I went up the stairs, and dropped it in the water tank.

You can imagine the rest. That side of the family always made sure I will remember the story forever. Bloody hell.

I do this!

That's pretty funny

My understanding: The poster’s dad got a new job and worked away Monday to Friday. He was much missed and used to call home every day. When he got back home at the weekend, he always brought small gifts, which were much appreciated. One time he brought home a very large eraser. The poster took it to school and a girl broke it in half. Out of revenge, the poster took a pair of scissors, which were also a present from the dad’s travels, and cut one of the girl’s pony tails off.

😄😆

Not I but my mammy apparently was not kind to frogs, it explains a lot

The title gives it away...

We had so much more freedom in the past from reading these, even more than I can remember and my dd wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do most of these things. This now makes me think I was a complete angel!

The thing, which stayed with me the most was saying horrible tings about a girl, saying said she was smelly. It was actually her house that smelt, they lived just down the road. Unbeknownst to me she was near enough to overhear, which I only noticed after the event. I never apologised but felt really awful as I was maybe 8 or 9 and deep down knew it wasn’t her fault.

Not in Manchester were you?

Did that with our terrapins
They were dead in the morning 😩😥

I wanted to give them a fairground ride

My mum used to foster children. One of them used to really, REALLY annoy me but I didn’t want to cause fights or issues for mum so I had to plot quiet revenge…..

I frequently used their toothbrush to scrub clean the ornaments in my fish tank.

I felt better and nobody fell out. Job done. I don’t actually even feel guilty.

Some of you are nasty, nasty people

My friend and I, aged about 8, daubed flour and water paste round the estate - no idea it would set solid, we thought it'd be a sticky mess

Door handles, car door handles...
lot of locks had to be replaced
Police were involved

Never owned up!

I put my hamster in water (tepid) to see if he could swim/wash him when I was 8/9. Once I realised it wasn’t a good idea I dried him thoroughly.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Something I did aged 7/8 was we stayed at a farmhouse which is semi famous now for eggs, Hoads Farm, for holidays. Went there with DM and her best friend and her DC who were same ages as me and DB. First day there we found a shed (silo?) with grain in it. Amazing playground for us sliding up and down and in it, like a huge ball pit but with grain and we had no idea you weren’t supposed to play in it until the farmer told us off!

I was about 5 and played frisbee with a friend using my dad's precious collection of original Beatles singles on 45 vinyl. This would have been about 1980 but they were part of his childhood. Most were destroyed

I still feel guilty now!

Wow, sounds like he deserved it! How vile.

I vomited in my sisters gorgeous, thick mane of hair when I was 4/5 years old, we were in bed & it was accidental, my poor mammy 😆

As street kids in the 60s we used to knock on the doors of older people then run away - I expect most kids at the time did something like this.

It seemed like a fun thing to do, but looking back it must have been annoying at least, if not intimidating

In primary school, rehearsing for a Christmas play, one girl was notoriously bad at the dancing part.
I was sat with my friend and she had a little notebook, I wrote on a page of it “Gill is doing it right, for once!” and passed it to my friend. She smiled at me and I thought nothing more of it.
About half an hour later, the teacher stopped everyone and stood at the front of the hall with a tear-stained Gill who had found the note.
The teacher was telling everyone off and saying “I’ll find out who wrote this!”
The thing is, I KNEW the teacher knew it was me. She was my form teacher and I had very unique handwriting. But I was also top of the class and the goody two shoes who never caused any problems, did my work to a brilliant standard, won the headteachers award regularly etc. As she scanned the crowd of kids infront of her and her eyes passed mine, I could see in them “I know it’s you but I’m not going to say anything.”
God I was so ashamed of myself and I was never mean like that again.

Sounds so trivial but it was such a big moment for me. An adult kept my secret to protect me and I learnt a huge lesson.

Gill was an utterly dreadful dancer though!

Some crazy kids on here!

My cousin and I (few months difference between us) decided to make clothes for our dolls and cut up the curtains in the bedroom to do so. 😂