Inspired by another great thread. Can I ask what things you did as a kid that were pretty outrageous?

[Winter7]

Not sure if I am allowed to reference other thread but op's son was involved in a pretty brave but funny prank.

Got me thinking. When I was about 14, a group us us planned to camp out in our school overnight. Up in the rafters of a very old building. It was more of a ghost watch adventure than anything more troublesome. We packed a picnic, sleeping bags and torches. No phones or such at the time. A couple of our parents wouldn't let some of our group 'stay over' at our make believe sleepover and our plan never went ahead. I still shudder when I imagine the trouble we could have been in. Never once did we consider alarms going off!
What youthful mischief did other mumsnetters get up to that as adults you now think was a terrible idea?

Can’t for the life of me remember what we’d been doing, but I do remember running for my life with a farmer firing his shotgun at us to get off his land. It was a stubble field, so we weren’t damaging crops or anything. I suspect he is was only firing into the air, but none of us looked back, we just ran!

I have NC for this.

I set off a school fire alarm once. The building was evacuated and the fire service came. I was never found out, another girl got expelled for it.

We used to break into a primary school and sit smoking weed in the wendy house in the corner of the classroom. It was really cramped- I can't fathom why we did it.

We used to chat up perverts online (early days of the internet, paedophiles were much more brazen - you'd just go into a chat room and say you were a horny 13/14 year old and you'd get tonnes of messages. Grim) and get them to meet us in town. Then we'd go into town and watch them waiting for us looking increasingly more dejected. Once we told a group of older lads what we were doing and they beat one of these perverts up.

We used to shoplift all the time.

There was a guy on the estate who had a penchant for teenage girls. Our parents told us to stay away from him but we used to go to his house and flirt with him to get cigarettes, booze and sweets.

We used to spend most evenings sitting on the benches outside the Spar. Random blokes used to drive up in their cars and ask if we fancied a ride so we used to get in and go for a bit of a drive with them then they'd drop us back at the shops. I'm absolutely astounded none of us got raped.

Riding in shopping trolleys down steep footpaths, using them as go-karts to see who could go fastest.

Using pallets out of skips to sledge down the local dry ski slope after hours

Jumping over the local weir. How we didn't die doing this ill never know!!

Hanging out in an old abandoned house all summer, which with hindsight was clearly being used as a drug den/squat

Going down the drains and walking through the tunnels.
Sliding down waterfalls on our arses.
Paddling in fountains fully clothed.

Stuff mostly involved water, dirt and trying to avoid leeches.

Similar to AintNobody, at about 14/15 we used to use this older guy - he must have been 25 - 30 - in order to get lifts and alcohol out of him. How his neighbours didn't ever mention a group of underage girls coming and going from his house every weekend I'll never know.

When I was 15 I dated a 24 year old. I felt so grown up but I'd be horrified if my niece did that now and honestly, he was clearly a bit of a loser.

We used to hang around outside a shop and get older people to buy us booze. If a kid asked me to do this, I'd refuse but we always managed to get some!

Skived school all the time. We'd turn up for morning registration and then leave for the rest of the day.

Sheesht, some narrow escapes had by all!

I'm just thinking - about how much time i spent on the Tube going up and down to central London from West London from 12ish to 15ish (when i learned to drive and drove whatever was available up there instead) - pretty much each and every trip i would get my arse groped by some weirdo. Or flashed at. Or rubbed against. From 12 this is !!

Well - there was this field of wheat behind our house and sometimes I used to run through it....

We crawled up storm drains from the river to the far end of the river. Probably not too dangerous but at times there was only 6" of air at the top of the tunnels we were climbing through.

We stole a 22 keg of lager from the village pub and tried to drill through it. That could have killed us!

I used to ferry drugs all over the city for a dealer I knew. He'd pay me and give me money for taxis. I used to pocket the taxi money and catch the bus

Our village still had the pit mines open when I was young and a train used to come alone at 11.15 and 3.20 every day to collect coal. We used to load the train track with pennies and then hide in the buses and wait for the train.. when it went by we'd retrieve our squashed pennies and swap them with eachother until we had a cool collection each. We occasionally did it with screws too to make little saws once squashed, but the pennies were more fun. Cant imagine hanging around an active train track now!!!

Nothing at all compared to what's on here! I remember kicking a few fences in 'for a laugh' and being chased by the homeowner. I remember calling my next-door neighbours nasty names for no reason other than we were bored. I once scooped up a load of dog poo from the streets using an empty food can and putting it all over some old man's car because he used to shout at us every time we walked past his house despite us not having done anything wrong.

When I left primary school though and split up from the friend I used to cause all this mischief with, I stopped going out pretty much altogether and stayed home until I was 17 and started going out around town. I never did anything untoward though - no getting drunk, no drugs, no one-night stands, no fights... I was a very dull teen and young adult. I'm now a very dull older adult!

Not really crazy, but do you remember the tear-off corners of girls magazine pages you could order free samples of sanitary towels/tampons with? Well, we used to send those with the addresses of boys in our class. It was a pointless prank really, as we never got to see the result!

Aldo used to prank call helplines (ashamed of that now) and sneak out at night when boys we knew were camping.

Tame in comparison to some of these posts though.

Many, many moons ago a group of us village kids, probably aged 8 to 10 years old, went exploring in a half demolished old bakery.

It was fenced off and clearly marked with keep out and danger signs but we went in anyway. It was full of rubble where the top floor had fallen in, broken glass and the stairs went nowhere.

We were fascinated by the old bread oven with its big heavy iron door and took turns crawling in and shutting the door to freak out in the pitch dark inside.

So glad that door didn’t get stuck!

Another time, similar ages, four of us were mucking about on some wasteland and a couple of teenage lads approached us, took out their flick knives, told us they were going to kill us and started chasing us.

Have never run so fast in my life! We were totally terrified. Talk about traumatised, we could hardly breathe. We ran to the other side of the village and luckily, the lads didn’t catch us. No doubt they were somewhere laughing their socks off.

Odd thing was, we were all too scared to tell our parents what happened. Don’t know why! We spent the rest of that summer looking over our shoulders. Horrible feeling.

Block of knackered garages at the end of the cul de sac and we would play jumping off the garages - which consisted of climbing up on to the garages and jumping off.

We used to play in some condemned Victorian villas (which is now a housing estate). For some reason in those days it took week ss to knock down houses. I remember one house sliced in half and we were still playing in it.

O.K. When I was 10 or 11 years old I used to fish with rod and line off a shallow concrete shelf in the river right next to the top of weir... the shelf was always a few inches under water. I'd go across the lock gates and down the wooded 'cobb' then scramble down the bank to the shelf. Never caught anything of course as the fish had more sense than I at the time.

Someone must have reported me to my mum - probably the lock keeper - and my adventures there were rightly curtailed, though I then found a better and safer spot further upstream and remember catching several dab.

I feel sick now thinking of the risks I was taking at the time! I revisited the spot via Google the other day and (first time I've tried to put a pic on MN) the triangular shaped shelf I outlined and marked in orange...

A further watery adventure and at 13/14 I was old enough to know better - we had a local swimming pool in a side stream to the river and it was perhaps a mile walk mainly across fields and a lane or two to get there. One day I found it closed but still wanted a swim, so thought I'd try skinny dipping in a nearby backwater. I put all my clothes in a neat pile on the bank and loved the silky feel of water on my skin. Only years later on I thought how lucky I'd been that nobody had come by and stolen my clothes. How on earth would I have managed the walk home - the last few hundred yards being along the local high street?

Didn't tell my mum that one until many many years older!!

These stories are fab!...😂😂
How mischievous everyone used to be...🤣...then becoming a parent the thought of your DC even trying to contemplate thinking of doing any of these makes you shudder...😓...

Me and my cousins used to climb the drain pipe to get out at night..😳..and go play knocky knocks on the doors of random people and get chased!
Then run back to aunts house climb back up the drain pipe to go back in!

When we got up real early, we used to stalk the milk man...🙈...and steal bottles milk!

Also we had a lake and when it froze over , we would dare each other to walk on it and see who could get the furthest...🙊...

I feel physically sick just thinking about it!...I could go on and on with the things we used to do...

I love threads like this! I often think that kids today have pretty tame childhoods compared to mine,back in the late 60s/early 70s.

When I was 15, me and three friends all had a 'sleepover'. In reality we were all packed into a 1 man tent in an old field in October. We were so cold that we all agreed it would be a great idea to spray friend 1s deodorant and set alight INSIDE the tent to warm us up. Worked well at first. But the 4th or 5th time we did it, the entire tent went up in flames. My DM (the most relaxed of our parents) wasn't too impressed to find the 4 of us huddled up in her unlocked car the next morning 😂😂

One of many amazing memories ❤️

Spent most of my teens living on a new build estate. The wern't screened off like they are now and we would spend hours playign in half built houses chasing each other round first floor scafolding

Loving these!

Any more for any more?

1Ost mummy

That's hilarious

We used to camp in a tent in my friends back garden pretend to go to sleep and sneak out in the early hours of the morning and nick the rolls being delivered to the local shop !!

The house I grew up in (1984) had a row of garages at the end of the road. They had a flat roof with a play area on top, swings, slides the lot......but no fence it safety rail. We would play up there all the time unsupervised.

It's lost forever. My dc hardly ever had unscripted fun.

I can remember actually scheduling playing out, I'd be pissed off if I slept in and barge about like I was late for a meeting. Good times and lovely to read of others reckless fun.