The worst "naughty" thing you did as a child?

When my brother was small, I drank the last if the orange juice. You know, the bottled stuff that was handed out with Cod Liver Oil.
Then when at grammar school, we were allowed home early one day. I told mum that I had been expelled. Her poor face, she looked so shocked, I vowed never to shock her again.

So many naughty pranks to choose from !
Putting newts in my granny chair who lived in our dining room. Delighted to see her shocked reaction of having lizards in her room.
Setting fire to my older brothers airfix model of HMS Victory which he spent weeks making. My younger brother and I shot lighted matches at it from a little toy cannon. Must have ignited the airfix glue as it went up in flames.
Carol singing round the posh houses with a tin which had a child written label taped to it saying Oxfam. We did get into trouble for that with a policeman coming to speak to our parents.
Surprised I'm not in jail by now !

I was close friends with a boy who lived just along the road. His mum and dad had a car, we didn't, and asked if I wanted to go to the outdoor swimming pool with them. Of course I did but had to ask for permission first.
I went home and asked, the answer from my mum and gran was 'no'.
I couldn't understand why not, we weren't going out, just an ordinary Saturday at home. So I went to the chest of drawers which was everyone was, and took out my costume and towel and ran to my friends house.
I had a lovely time but burst out crying when it was time to go. But all I remember is that when I got home nothing was said. It was odd. But I think my guilt for defying adults was enough punishment, maybe they knew that.

Fiorentina
Same here. I suppose I was about 12 and the big slum clearance had stated in south London. Near to us was a row of shops still standing and operating.
You could just walk up to the back entrances, which we did. Then I suppose someone suggested we broke into the grocers.
Talk about kids in a sweet shop!!!!
All around us were empty houses that people had been moved out of. And what were those houses full of: lead pipes!!!!
When the demolition men moved in to demolish they were spitting blood.

This was the late 1950s when children could go to the corner shop and buy individual fireworks for pennies, and very few people owned a car: There was a lady who lived near us who, whenever us children were playing near her house, would come out and shout at us and threaten to "call the police on you lot", even though we weren't doing anything wrong or harmful. We only knew her as Hiawatha! One evening, early November, we were collecting wood for the huge bonfire the grown ups built for us on the field for Bonfire Night and, as usual, Hiawatha came out shouting at us and threatening to call the police. One of the older boys went to the corner shop and bought 2 bangers for 2d each. We unscrewed the petrol cap on Hiawatha's car, lit the banger and dropped it in the tank! Because we were stupid, we took the safety precaution of sticking our fingers in our ears, whilst standing close by so that we could witness the effect! Luckily, the banger went out, causing no damage and Hiawatha saw us hanging around her car and chased us all away.
63 years later, I still wake up in a cold sweat thinking of what could have been!

What larks chewbacca ?‍?.
It’s a wonder any of us survived
We had mischief night on 4 November. We tide gates and door handles together, took gates off, leaving them propped up so when the house owner opened it in the morning, it fell off

I know I shouldn't but I laughed when I read that Chewbacca, people were always playing around with fireworks. What trouble you would have got into if it had exploded.
My DH says he took the gunpowder out of about two and put it in a matchbox with a paper fuse, he thought it had gone out and when he looked it exploded burning off his eyebrows and a big piece of his nose. My friends used to throw them beside the chip shop queue they used to hide behind a wall but shout at anyone they knew,giving themselves away.
They used to put sugar in petrol tanks of the few cars.
The other I had forgotten was lighting a piece of newspaper and letting it go up a drain pipe, it made a terrible racket.
When I was about ten we used to play a game called Knocky nine doors", you had to see how many doors you could bang on and get around the corner before someone came shouting.
In hot weather we dipped icelolly sticks into the melting tar on the road and wrote our name on the kerb stones. We were daft we always wrote our real ones. Where were our mums and dads?

When I was about 6 my cousin and I stole a bar of chocolate each from the local newsagents. An aunt saw us and phoned the police and gave our addresses to them.
I have never been so terrified when a policeman turned up on my doorstep. I thought I was going to prison and remember sobbing and sobbing while being given a lecture on stealing.
A lesson learned.

A friend who's dad was a doctor invited me to their home to look at the " naughty" bits in his medical books . We were pouring over them when we heard her dad come home so we quickly his them . Her dad took one look at me and said I was terribly pale it would be a good idea to go home . I was just frightened of his reaction if we had been found out.

What trouble you would have got into if it had exploded. If it had exploded Yammy we'd all have been blown to Kingdom come! And, from the sound of your brother, I think he was in our gang!

Another stupid thing we used to do was to get one of the old copper 1d pennies and go down to the railway tracks, put the penny on the railway track, wait for a really heavy steam train to come through and flatten the penny and then run back to the track to grab the red hot penny and see who'd got the biggest and flattest. I don't know how we survived our childhoods!

What naughty children!
I was mostly good but I remember when looking after my baby brother he was a toddler I lifted him into his cot and let him watch me, through the bars, play with his toys as obviously he was too young to appreciate them!

DH was very naughty. Aged about 8, he was given money to have a haircut after school. He was playing with his friend and had forgotten. He told the friend who said he would cut DH hair so he went into his house, fetched scissors, cut the hair and they spent the money on sweets.
When DH got home his dad was shocked to see his hacked hair. Who did this? DH said he had been to the barber and continued with the story until he had been marched to the barbers. His dad asked which man and DH even pointed to an innocent man who said he had never seen the boy before in his life.
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love it Grammaretto!

Biglouis Joan of Arc…lol.

We used to put glass marbles on the tram lines so they would get cut in two.

We used to go into the local cemetary and steal the fancy marble chips from graves.

We used to sneak into the cinema by a back entrance for the saturday matinee and spend the entrance money on sweets.

When I was 11 and went to secondary school a big older boy used to bully us first years. When I whinged to my father he taught me to box. I broke the bully's nose and he had to be sent to hospital. When the teacher asked me who taught me to punch like that I said that I simply lashed out in self defence. I was not going to dare to snitch on my dad and get a whalloping. The teacher collected statements from 8 other girls and the boy was expelled.

I was about 5 nearly 6 I wanted my niece who was about 3 to go to school too with me so I took her on the bus. The teachers were surprised, I expect. We were best friends growing up.

Another time she had a big tall doll I thought we could make friends with a girl down the road if I gave her the doll so I said here is a doll for you.
Anyway my niece told me much later she asked for her doll back and the girl said "Once you give you can't have back"

We had loads of fun growing up.

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I was brought up in Yorkshire and had mischief night on November 4th . Knocking on doors then running away. Tying a rope to a neighbours dustbin lid , attaching the other end to the door handle , knocking then running off. Pretty harmless really , but we felt really naughty !

I’ve enjoyed reading these, even the hair-raising ones. My naughtiest act was ‘exploring’ all the cupboards near Christmas and telling my sister what we were getting.

Mine involved placing bangers into cows pancakes, soft ones, lighting them just as a cyclist or pedestrian came past, and hid with my friends in the hedge watching the reactions of the folk covered in the liquid that had just splattered them! the noise was a soft " flump" rather than a loud bang, the semi soft liquid must have deadened the noise!

there does seem to be a lot of posts here involving matches, fires and fireworks doesn't there? Maybe some of us were just as bad as some of the youngsters today, and yes, where WERE our parents??

Chewbacca

Another stupid thing we used to do was to get one of the old copper 1d pennies and go down to the railway tracks, put the penny on the railway track, wait for a really heavy steam train to come through and flatten the penny and then run back to the track to grab the red hot penny and see who'd got the biggest and flattest. I don't know how we survived our childhoods!

Chewbacca I used to do that too. We had a single line steam train at the bottom ofthe garden. We liked to place a nail on the coin - then the coin came out in a really weird shape and the nail too.

Mischief night was great for us kids. Not so great for people who had lighted bangers dropped through their letter boxes though, but I was never involved in that particular prank. I do remember a small group of us dropping them down storm drains, though. The echoing bang from below was very satisfying.

A friend and I went onto the local golf course one mischief night, and turned rearranged all the arrows that were meant to show the direction of the next green.

I lived on a long street of terraced houses off a big main road and the big houses that backed on to it had small back gardens which were accessed through a jitty.
I got friendly with new girl in my class whos’ family lived in one of the big houses. We were aged about 8. One day for no reason other than sheer mischief, she (and I out of curiosity only-being totally ? % good and innocent ?), went through this jitty and opened one of the unlocked back gates. There was a washing line full of the BIGGEST BRAS I had ever seen and all of a sudden she began pulling them off and then proceeded to stuff them into the nearby old metal dustbin full of ashes which flew everywhere. Then she said RUN!
I can still recall the clang of metal dustbin lid as we scarpered out and up the street. I was convinced that we would be found out sooner or later and was quite ashamed- though we never were ?

I also hunted down my Christmas presents before the day. That’s quite mild naughtiness, really. The worst thing I did was collect “for charity” and keep the money. I’m very ashamed of that now.