My brother and I were often left outside the bookies in the car with the engine running, whilst dad popped in to place a bet. With the instruction not to let anyone give us a parking ticket! WTF! Were we supposed to drive the car off if a warden came along?
Mum used to throw her wooden clogs at us if we were getting on her nerves, which she does admit to now, but insists she always aimed to miss us.
She also used to grab us by the hair at the sides of our head and shake us backwards and forwards saying 'Oh Dammit!'. I have just almost literally pissed myself laughing remembering that one, and I think when I have a little one that's what I will suggest doing when it's naughty - I'm sure my mum would call the Social Services!
We were latch key kids from a really young age...leading to us trying to put a telly fire out with a pan of water, having the neighbour come round to let us know the toaster was on fire. Cover the kitchen counter in molten plastic when we put the toffeee that we had just made (unupervised) in an old plastic ice cream container to cool.
My bro recalls that one day Mum and Dad popped round to the shops to find us standing in the windows frames of the open upstairs bedroom window, completely naked, on their return! I don't recall this though, and I was never one to go naked, but my bro says this was verified by dad.
...but it never did us any harm!