To ask what’s the most mischievous thing you did as a kid?

[susansherry]

Do you mind sharing your story?

I was a naughty child, and I have quite a few stories I know look back and cringe at, this is one of them. Looking back I can’t believe how stupid I was.

My friend and I were in middle school, both outcasts, we were the “nerds” of the class and we were being bullied.

At the time, my school had a very active Facebook group where students shared what teacher they got, asked about home-work, made memes, etc etc… there was quite a few alumni on there too.

Now, I had a huge crush on my science teacher, let’s call him Mr. Blue.
Mr. Blue wasn’t on the FB group and he didn’t even have Facebook.

It was the winter holidays and my friend and I thought it would be funny if we joined the FB group as a teacher. So we created a FB account and named it after Mr. Blue.
We didn’t have any picture of him to put on his profile so we looked up old pictures of kids on google to pretend that it was a childhood picture of him. We picked an old sepia one that turned out to be a picture of young Marcel Proust (mind you, the teacher was only in his early forties lol).
We then started to post a few posts trying to emulate the interests of a middle aged man as best as 13-year-old selves could.
“Lovely day at the park with my wife and kids”
“Nothing better than a bit of poetry after a long day at work”

And then we joined the Facebook group and announced that as a newcomer, Mr.Blue would proceed to look for every post that talks about him.
The post got super popular, hundreds and hundreds of likes and comments.
We just went bad-a** under the acclaims of the public, who were enthusiastically cheering us (mr. Blue) on.

After that, we contacted every single one of our bullies and gave them 2-week worth of homework, last minute presentations, etc etc…

The day we went back to school one of our classmate showed up with a huge rolled up A3 presentation on the reproduction of aquatic plants.

Things went out of hand and escalated really quickly. Everyone heard about the story of Mr.Blue, even the teachers.

They started looking for who it was, other teachers threatened the students of the potential consequences if someone was planning on doing that to them.

Mr. Blue had whole classes investigating during class on the classroom computers.

It was the subject of gossip in the teachers room for a couple of weeks.

One day, my friend and I decided to go even further and write a note on a piece of paper “there’s two of us on your Facebook account. Mr and Ms. Turtle (or whatever nickname we used). Ps: Ms. Turtle loves you, you little pig 😍” before folding the letter into a paper airplane, open his classroom door, flying it in and running down the stairs laughing our heads off, before … sitting down the stairs a few staircases down. (Don’t ask me why).
Guess who opened the door and looked down? Guess who got caught?

That was probably of the most embarrassing moments of my teenage years.

I'm sorry but that has made me laugh!

My little sister did lots of mischievous things which I took the blame for/brunt of and I had accidental happenings such as setting fire to a bench in the science lab at school and accidentally flooding the art room when the tap came off in my hands...

I'll have to have a proper think. When I've stopped laughing!!

That was very elaborate.

I have a few but they are very boring compared to that.

@OldTinHat

I'm sorry but that has made me laugh!

My little sister did lots of mischievous things which I took the blame for/brunt of and I had accidental happenings such as setting fire to a bench in the science lab at school and accidentally flooding the art room when the tap came off in my hands...

I'll have to have a proper think. When I've stopped laughing!!

Omg!! what happened after the bench incident ??

@3luckystars

That was very elaborate.

I have a few but they are very boring compared to that.

I’m sure they’re not !

I used to encourage my sister to squander her pocket money. Then when her favourite comic came out, she didn't have enough money to buy it. She was a keen collector, so missing a week would be unbearable.

Then I'd lend her the money for the comic at extortionate interest rates.

Oh, and I once hid her teddy and held it to ransom. I don't remember whether I got away with that one.

Ironically, she recently apologised to me for all the horrible things she remembered having done to me as a child. I have no memory of any of them. I recall that she was a nice enough sibling who didn't deserve anything I did to her!

Ha, that is brilliant/crazed about Mr Blue! Why did you call him a little pig? Ha, you and your mate sound such anarchic fun!

I was in my last year at primary and there was a lunchtime music club in the hall that me and my mates sometimes went to where you would take your instruments. We decided we would go and join in but would do so hidden behind the folded up table tennis table (????) we got there early and moved our chairs behind it, three of us on recorders and our musical mate on violin. All went well with the crazed plan, we joined in from our hidden spot at the back of the hall until Miss saw the top of our mate’s bow appearing over the top of the table! I can’t say what we were thinking of but I still laugh now thinking about it.

When I was young I was an absolute tomboy, and loved hanging around with my brother (who was 12 at the time) and his friends who always seemed to be going somewhere exciting, or having an adventure - climbing trees, digging dens in the woods, exploring the old railway line near where we lived - that kind of thing. His gang never seemed to mind, but my brother really wasn't that keen on me tagging along and would often try and sneak out without me knowing.

One day I overheard him arranging to go fishing in our local river with his gang, but also was making them promise that this time they wouldn't let me go with them. I was so upset with him for being so mean that I went to the garage where he kept his fishing gear and did a pee in his waders.

The next day he went to get his fishing stuff and discovered what I'd done and, since he only had the one pair, had to cancel his fishing adventure.

He was, of course, furious with me but since we did have a pact that we never ratted on each other to our parents I sort of got away with it. I never did it again, but he did let me go out with him more after that, and he did forgive me after I cleaned his bike every weekend for a month to make it up to him

I couldn't choose one standalone incident but I was a little shit at school.
We had a teacher who was the spitting image of Roland Gift. Every time Fine Young Cannibals were in Smash Hits or whatever magazines we had, we'd cut out the pictures and hide them in his drawers or in the register. We also hid pages from porn mags (the sort found under the bushes in the park) in the male form teacher's register.
We would also nick the vinegar shakers from the canteen and pour them into the communal water jugs. Then there were the classic clingfilm over the toilet bowls and tampons on the Christmas tree stunts.

Have we had fields of wheat yet?

Took speed on the school sponsored walk.

Put an empty envelope in the cash machine deposit box but told the machine it had £200 in it to fake my balance long enough for my Mum to see I had been saving (I had actually been spending it on fruit machines). Got caught and hauled in with Mum to talk to bank manager.

I was generally a well behaved child but once age 4.5 when my DGM wouldn't take me to the playground I snuck out of the flat while she was cooking in the kitchen and took myself to to the playground.

(5 minute walk through little back streets of allotments and chicken coops)

I'm very much on the Teresa May end of whacky childhood japes.

@RobertaFirmino

I couldn't choose one standalone incident but I was a little shit at school. We had a teacher who was the spitting image of Roland Gift. Every time Fine Young Cannibals were in Smash Hits or whatever magazines we had, we'd cut out the pictures and hide them in his drawers or in the register. We also hid pages from porn mags (the sort found under the bushes in the park) in the male form teacher's register. We would also nick the vinegar shakers from the canteen and pour them into the communal water jugs. Then there were the classic clingfilm over the toilet bowls and tampons on the Christmas tree stunts.

I'm going to go out on a limb and guess there was also a flamboyant, piano playing counterpart and a dandruffy old headmistress.

I cut the cat's whiskers off.

They were very long, and I decided they looked silly, so I trimmed them - very short.

I was 5 or 6 and had no idea that they perform a sensory function. I still feel bad about it 60 years later.

I was usually very good, a nerd , actually a prefect
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Made vodka and coke pre mixed in small coke bottles and took it into the school disco.
My bestie followed my lead, but could only find tequila at her house so was violently sick on the dancefloor. She got a stern telling off and I got praise for looking after her - how the hell they didnt realise I was pissed I dont know. Both 16 at the time.

@Saracen

I used to encourage my sister to squander her pocket money. Then when her favourite comic came out, she didn't have enough money to buy it. She was a keen collector, so missing a week would be unbearable.

Then I'd lend her the money for the comic at extortionate interest rates.

Oh, and I once hid her teddy and held it to ransom. I don't remember whether I got away with that one.

Ironically, she recently apologised to me for all the horrible things she remembered having done to me as a child. I have no memory of any of them. I recall that she was a nice enough sibling who didn't deserve anything I did to her!

I was once involved in a teddy kidnapping, I was late 20s.

I used to run away a lot.
Pack stuff and feel like I'd walked miles away.
In reality I would get lost somewhere on the estate, then dad would come looking for me, find me, and I'd get a smack and sent to my room.

There was a thread here a few years ago (not criticizing this thread, just saying) which I contributed to. I'm one of 5 siblings born in the 60s..I could write a book! I'm surprised we/I didn't die with some of our antics..I couldn't tell my absolutely worse stupid stunt on here tho..Still ashamed now and it was 45 years ago..

My cousin and I used to make rose petal 'perfume' in our grandma's garden, putting a drop of water and rose petals in a teacup and getting everyone to sniff and enjoy it. Once we found a poo (fox, probably) on the lawn and hid it under the petals...

We hid our sleeping baby cousin in the sideboard. We got in BIG trouble for that, the adults were really frightened.

We used to pat the board rubbers on the teachers' chairs so they'd get dusty backsides.

Who remembers frogger?

Well if you played at my house I would always beat you, because when I put my name in all the hops up and down the bank that score 0 normally, scored points, then the actual hops on/off things got 3 X everyone else's score.

When I was about 7 we moved to a new build house on an estate where half the houses were still under construction. This was the 70s, the only thing stopping you going into a building site was a public information film.

Lots of fun to be had nicking putty from windows, playing on the sand and finding your way through houses with no floor.

One day we discovered the builders hut was unlocked, so obviously we had to explore it, it wasn't that interesting, there was a kettle and a jar of mustard.

But the keys were on the table.

So we locked the hut, took the keys and hid them in a pile of sand.

Not me but my children
-punch a friend in the nose
-eating the whole of the biscuits
-falling over on my bike.
Ahh too young for mischief!

Kicked someone's fence in and ran off

Put crap all over someone's car

Put rubbish through an open window

Had physical fights with my siblings

Called our neighbour awful, unrepeatable names

Believe it or not though, I was actually a good kid!

Growing up we lived next door to one of the biggest cemeteries in London.

On a particular day each September the relatives of all the people buried there would visit for a special service. It was so well attended that there would be a queue of people stretching back a mile or so. The old soldiers would march down the road towards the gates of the cemetery, wearing their medals and accompanied by a huge brass band. Even as a child I found it very moving and all the neighbours would be out to watch the procession.

The ladies wore their best clothes and fur coats.

The weekend before this particular years ceremony, my parents had taken us to a fair and I'd won a large, furry black spider on elastic. It was terrifying

The day of the procession arrived and my sister and I thought it would be funny to hide behind our garden fence and drop the spider over the top - onto the shoulder of anyone on the other side. This got a few "arghs" and lots of laughs. Until one particular fur coat wearing lady on the other side found spidey on her shoulder. We had knot holes in the fence so were peeping through to watch the reactions. The husband of the fur coated woman saw it and was trying not to laugh. However, when his wife turned her head and saw the "spider" her screams must have woken the dead.

My sister and I were peeing ourselves laughing..... until the fur coated woman knocked on the front door 😳

My spidey friend was confiscated until after the procession had finished.

The science lab at school had a Christmas tree, and the teacher threw it out in the alley by school in January.
We found it and put it back in the lab early the next morning with a label "A tree is for life, not just for Christmas".
Then it escalated. The teacher kept throwing it out, we kept finding it and putting it back.
Eventually, in about March, the teacher took the wizened remnants of the ghost of Christmas trees past and snapped the trunk, then threw it in the back of their tiny car and drove it away.
That's not the worst prank we pulled, but it's the funniest.

Old lady, clearing up leaves into a pile. Probably November. I was about 7. She went in to get a dustpan, so me and my friend kicked them all over the street.
Ran down to church on Saturday and confessed. Well, never expected 10 Hail Mary's, 10 Our Father's and 10 Glory Be's. I thought that was more fitting for murder- in my mind. The lecture from our priest stuck with me. Treat others the way you want to be treated.