things you did when a child that your parents would have gone spare at. had they known

[hatwoman]

that thread about the things our parents did got me thinking about the things I did.

I used to play on a building site. we used to make dens in these huge mounds of soil and rubble. we'd find bits of ply or wood and make tunnels and roofs .

Play in the totally derelict eaves above the virtually derelict milking shed in the farm next door, daylight seeping through every crack and hole in the floor. rats and mice all over the place

clamber over and play on the rusty abandoned tractors in same farm. not so bad but not great either

harass our neighbours by "spying" on them. sneaking into their overgrown garden and prying through their windows before running away giggling and screaming

ooh, loads of stuff!

piled hay up against a tree, climbed it and hurled ourselves off!

went up the 'new road', which had a ditch at the side, lay a 'trap' of a row of nuts, stones, whatever, along the road, then hid in the ditch until a car came past and went over the stuff.

Played on the pit tip - including chucking stuff into the slurry pond

played 'stretch' - rope swing on a tree, stream next to tree, big banking up one side. Goal was to swing as high as you could, then stick a fecking knife into the banking. The next person had to swing, get the knife, and place it higher on the banking. You were out when you could no longer get it / get it higher. Dodgy rope, water, sharp knife...God, I can't begin to list the accidents that could have happened with that one!

It's a wonder we didn't all die horrible deaths!

oh yeah brothers how could i forget!
they played a penknife throwing game in the garden where you had to move your feet to whereit landed
god knows why i was playing,i didn't have a knife!

oh I remembered another. Aged around 10/11 we told our parents we were going jogging, we'd all meet up in pristine clothes. Then we'd instead go 'bogging' rolling around in bogs by the river, running through streams, having mud fights and come home freezing at dusk (but elated!). My mum believed me the first two times I told her I 'fell over', then put her foot down.

-have a cigarette in the bath on a Saturday night before going out (aged 16 ish) - an old couple my parents knew used to visit every Sat. The old man religiously used to go to the bathroom for a sneaky ciggie after dinner (neither of my parents smoked but obviously realised that this old man did this as it stank) I used to have a bath straight after and lie in the bath having a crafty ciggie -it felt so naughty!

-we used to start little fires in our dens in the fields we played .

-tried to build a raft to use in a pond near us. Luckily we discovered how crap the raft was before we tried to float away on it!

-went to an all-night party after telling my parents I was staying at a friends house (she told her parents she was staying at mine)

-skive school whilst in 6th form. In between lessons you were supposed to stay in school and study. We used to sneak off to various friends houses whilst their parents were at work

-when I was at art college my friend and I would catch the train there but instead of going to college we'd go to the pub then catch the train home again

I used to smoke in the bath too. I thought they never noticed until the day they drove me to uni and my dad said 'you'll be wanting a cig then to calm your nerves'.

Oh and in 6th form we'd skive lessons and go to a pub in town. Get very drunk whilst watching the world cup with about 60 old men.

Oh dear. Until I was 14 the worst thing I ever did was take my hair out of plaits on the way to school and wear my hair held back just by a clip!! (It was a v strict private school though...)

Then the only other things I can think of were-

drinking vodka from the cabinet and topping it up with water.

buying one cig at a time from the school bus driver and smoking it on the way to school.

drinking at parties!! OMG!! shock]

I was SUCH a good girl.....

i had a fag in the bath too!!! my mum smoked, but never in the bathroom. HOW did i think i could get away with it!!!

I was a good girl as well as being very naughty. I figured out at an early age that if you do your homework and stick your hand up in class (every time, regardless of whether or not you know the answer, because the teacher will rarely ask you if you always stick your hand in the air) and generally co-operate with the grown ups, you can actually get away with murder.

another bath-smoker here. someone once told me that the steam meant you couldn't smell it . also used to smoke in my bedroom leaning out of the window. whilst mum watched soap operas (I know she wouldn;t disturb me). I left my ash tray in my room once. found it the next day, clean and on my dressing table. didn;t stop me but felt horribly embarrassed.

My parents were really over protective, but even i was allowed to play out more than my DD was.

Hmmmm, things i did - i was quite "good" as a child. I did smash a pane of glass outside a pub once as an "initiation" for a little club we had. Cant call it a gang, there were only four of us!

Played knock down ginger with the lads next door.

When i hit about 14 i was BAD Lost my virginity to a much older man! Always getting drunk, i mean really, horribly rat arsed drunk and im surprised i never got into serious trouble. Was with my cousin once when she got arrested for drunk and disorderly - was so miffed about it i was banging on the paddy wagon door - still never got myself arrested.

Used to hang around with the gypsies - real tough guys who actually wouldn't have let any harm come to me, but still not the sort of people i should have been hanging around with at 16, they were much older. I remember once my Dad caught me out, i was at my friends house who was alot older than me (her son was in my class at school) and we were a right pair of buggers - had the gypsies around as they bought their booze. One guy was huge and i mean HUGE and had a reputation as a real hard man - my Dad fronted up to him and i was like OMGG Dad you don't know what you are doing, just leave it im coming home!! But actually the guy was quite pleasant about it, my dad was steaming angry but he took my dads point of view and they ended up shaking hands (phew!!) My Dad was proper brave - not a violent man at all, hated alcohol etc, i was in with a bad bunch and he totally didn't even think twice about protecting me.

I remember being on the way to a party with some guys my friend (same one as before) had picked up at the pub - one was mauling her in the back of the van and i was trying to stab him in the leg with a pen-knife!! ROTFL - fortunately he saw the funny side of it!

I miss my friend, she has gone to germany now - and she is still a bugger!!! We used to go out with her mum on a wednesday night, her mum was in her late sixties and quite poorly, an alcoholic really, and the only place she ever went out was the pub two doors from her house on a wednesday night - now you might think it a bit boring being stuck with your friends mum - boring my arse - oh the scrapes we got into!!! I'm digressing big time, but those were the days!! Don't think id have the energy now - i dont even want to go out of a night if it is cold out now!

I did drink half of my mums bottle of baileys once when she was at bingo - i topped it up with milk when she drank some the following xmas it was rancid and lumpy - i actually told her it always went like that and she drunk it [vomit]

i used to go downstairs at night, climb out of a window and go and walk around the town in the middle of the night
i am not quite sure why

Rode a horse bareback for a dare. Didn't know the horse or its owner. It bucked me off- very nearly landed in the river!

aged about 9, playing near the beach, I fell off a cliff and was suspended in mid-air holding onto NOTHING MORE than a clump of grass

I honestly thought I would die

Managed to pull myself up again, didn't mention it to mum and dad...

My mum collected small sample bottles of alchol which of course I drank and re-filled with water. She still has them and probably thinks they contain vintage gin!

Played down the canal ..including running over the locks
ran over railway lines
smoked weed in my mates bedroom hanging out the window
knew where the stash of porn mags were in the local park
built a camp fire on local park ...cue fire engine screaming down road and us scarpering
drinking various concoctions from my mates dads drinks cabinet whenever her parents were out
taking pop bottles back to get the deposit to buy single fags to smoke on the way to school
sciving off school to buy tickets to see deep purple

NAILPOLISH PLEASE tell me the border collie story is a wind up ???

Used to steal my Mums best face cream and hang out of the window playing dodge the birdshit with the boys next door

Spent my sponser money then cried at school and said my Mum had spent it .

Went with the local perv ice cream man on his rounds and hid when we did our street.

Stole a bottle of rum from my Gran and wagged school for the afternoon and went and met some older boys at their house.

Drank calpol like it was pop then spent all the next day throwing up I never mentioned it bt I suppose I should have gone to hospital but the smell of calpol still makes me boak.

Stole things from peoples gardens as a dare and used to give random strangers a sob story to see how much money we could get out of them .

My dp and now bil (dp knew him when they were younger) blew up a caravan once and got about three streets evacuated and broke lots of windows .

It made the news they were only about 10/11.

In secondary school I used to throw away the letter with the year's term dates on and tell my mum the summer holidays started a week earlier than they actually did, so I didn't have to do sports day.

Then, as my sister was due to start the term after I left, I brought the last ever letting home and told my mum they were starting to send letters from now on as some people weren't turning up for the final week

I was a good girl and was never questioned about anything. My sister was a bolshy mare and never got an inch of leeway

DP used to steal cigarettes from the shop where he did his paper round and sell them as singles at school. And he really hates smoking, bloody hypocrite.

It works doesn't it notquitenormal - the good girl routine?

I hope to God I don't have a daughter. I would be onto her.

Got hospitalised for alcohol poisoning aged 12 .

Used to stay at my mates, we would climb out of her bedroom window, shimmy along the overhang bit over sitting room, past the bathroom. around the corner, balance along the fence, jump down and meet other people who had sneaked out, then repeat on the way back a few hours later.
One time, her dad had been in the bathroom having a wee,we walked right past him, and we came back to find him sitting on her bed!

Also did the hay bale thing. We would snaffle a couple from a field and break them up under a big rope swing and land in them from about10 foot.

Smoked, drank had sex and did drugs.

Once invited half a nightclub back to my mams house for a party when she was on holiday.

put my brothers in the buggy and sent them the down the hill like bats out of hell. I had no clue it wasd dangerous, they loved it, and would happily scream all the way down, with great big grins.

Jesus I could have killed them, madness, oh that and jumping of our neighbours garage roof trying to fly,

Bunked off school in 6th form
Went to a pub in town got drunk ( with naughty friend)
Got school bus home.
Had to stand, was swaying, then vomitted on a 3rd formers feet.

had sex in school at 13, drank, lied about where I was going/staying, regularly bunked off school and went to london for the day, stole and was generally a pain in the arse