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

Iam64

I was north west and mischief night was grand

I was Border Northwest and I haven't heard of it.

Playing on the railway lines (this was 1950s/1960s, and before electric trains I think.) I apparently said to my mother when she found out about this - "oh it's all right Mummy, if you put your head on the line you can hear the trains coming"! She had visions of a headless child for months afterwards.

When I was about 6 mother took me to the local corner shop for some shopping. There was a tray of peaches and I asked if I could have one, she said no so when she was at the till talking I took a bite out of a few of them and turned them over so they still looked whole. I never got caught.

I was 7 or 8 and we were on holiday in Clacton. I was playing at the end of the garden when my grandad came to get me in for dinner. I didn't want to go but he insisted and took hold of my hand. I snatched it back and pushed him away. He lost his footing and fell into a huge patch of nettles. He was in his late 70s and walked with a stick. He just lay there for a few moments, obviously in pain. I was horrified at what I'd done and tried to help him. I ran to get my Mum. Grandad said he had tripped, he never told her I pushed him. He was OK, no broken bones, but the nettle stings were painful for weeks. I still feel horribly guilty about it now.

We also used to put bangers into empty metal dustbins and watch as all the neighbours dashed out of their houses to see what the big explosion was.

Sometimes we went up on to the roof of our flats and dropped metal dustbin lids off the edge of the roof to the pavement 3 floors below just after someone walked by. You should have seen them jump!!

We tied door knockers together along a row of houses and then knocked the first one. When the door was opened it knocked the door next door, and so on and so on. Of course this worked best if we did it when we knew everyone was home, like tea/dinner time.

At secondary school I once put ExLax laxatives in a teacher's coffee because he'd given me lines and detention. Nobody liked him. I was told it had the desired result and he had to go home suddenly.

Some of the things GNers got up to are hilarious!

To the ladies who punched the bullies - good on you,!
Treetops05 ???

I was an only child of older parents and got bored in the evening and was allowed to watch a tiny TV in their bedroom
up stairs. Mum had started to buy Christmas presents and I knew there was a small tin of quality street in the ottoman so opened it and had quite a few. So I brought a grab bag the next day and put them back. But I left 1 on the bed so got found out
anyway. She did not talk to me for days

I was north west and mischief night was grand

Am I i right in thinking that Mischief Night is traditional in the north of England?

Bonfire Night wasn't popular in the Glasgow area when I was a child, which may be due to the fact that feeling between Protestants and Catholics were not always aimable.

Hallowe'en was our special night, but with tricks of any kind-
Paddyann, we called what you call "a turn" "a party-piece" and we did them at children's parties and on Hogmanay as well as at Hallowe'en.

A lot of the pranks others name on Mischief Night were formerly common in Denmark either on New Year's Eve or Twelfth Night.

I cannot remember ever doing or daring to do all the things you others did.

Not because I was a "good" child - I wasn't. It was due to the fact that if giving children rows had been an Olympic sport in the 1950s my mother would have had an unbelievable amount of Gold medals.

I can clearly remember standing with tears running down my face on many occasions in my childhood, but I have completely surpressed the details of the rows andwhat I had done to deserve the. I do know I wished that my parents, who did not believe in coporal punishment would just spank us and have done with it, rather than go on and on and on about whatever it was we had done.

Keeping a white mouse in my bedroom without parents knowledge. It escaped and was found on the landing. I really got "whatfor"!!!

I had a sister who was 15 years older than me. Of course when 4/5 years she was working abd had lovely clothes, to me for dressing up in. Going out one night she layed a beautuful bolero on her bed. As I was always being told I couldn't dress up I decided neutger could she and I cut the bolero into strips following the weave/knit of the garment. Can giess her reaction and my parents' when the boloro was found. Yet I can't remember any punishment being meted out. Must have been (deservedly) so awful I've blocked it from my mind.

In our 2nd year at secondary school my friend and I decided we were going to take the day off school and go into the nearest big town about 10 miles away on the bus. Our school was quite strict & if you were caught playing truant or ‘twagging’ as we called it you got into serious trouble with the school & your parents.

We planned it meticulously for about a week, we had enough money saved for the return bus fare but not much else.
It wasn’t half the fun we thought it would be, we were just aimlessly wandering around the shops, being gawped at by snooty shop assistants because it was obvious we should have been in school. By lunch time our feet ached and we were really hungry but we barely had enough money for a bar of chocolate, we went into Marks to see what we could get with our bit of change and unbelievably ran straight into my Aunty who guessed straight away we were up to no good and should have been at school. There were no INSET days then so we couldn’t make that excuse!

We were terrified of our parents finding out and I begged my Aunty not to tell them, she agreed on condition that we both swore we would never do it again. She then gave each of us some money to get a sandwich and a drink from Marks food hall (that was the best bit about the day) . We never did it again, it wasn’t half the fun we thought it would be and to top it off we missed the bus to get us back home at the usual school finishing time which meant telling more porkies to cover ourselves.

I was about five, sitting under the expensive polished dining room table with a pair of scissors. I snipped at the edges of the wood underneath and it left a lovely pale mark, so I snipped some more, until it looked beautiful, so I thought. Not really naughty I don't think, just curious, but I dread to think what would have been said had my mum found out. She never did; obviously never went under the table herself!
Also my big brother made me sick by lighting cigarette butts thrown on the pavement with his magnifying glass and telling me to smoke them. I never really got why I was punished as much as him.

When I was about 8, I was staying, with family, on holiday in the South Wales valleys and went for a walk with my 18 month old cousin in her pushchair and another 6yr old cousin to see Aunty D and cousins in the next village, which was about 2-3 miles away. This was around 1957 so no mobiles or even house phones. When we got there my Aunty D was horrified that we had walked all that way and gave us money for the bus fare home. We spent the money on sweets instead and was walking back home when a police car pulled up alongside us and took us home. We had been gone a very long time and my family were all frantic and very cross. I just thought it was very exciting getting a lift home in a police car. I’m still reminded about it to this day!

I was very accident prone.
I was always warned before going anywhere not to touch anything!
I did pick up something in a gift shop and drop it, once.
Not very naughty though, is it? .I feel I've missed out!

FannyCornforth

JaneJudge

I honestly was never naughty

Hi lovely ?
No. Me neither
I stretched everyone’s patience when I was a teenager though

Me neither!

I was experimental, though ?
"What would happen if I ..........?"
And accident-prone

hilz

Ran my finger nail down every corner in a room where my lovely Dad had decorated to split the paper as I liked the patterns of the rips. Mum went bolistic. Dad improved his decorating skills and papered into the corners properly. He was suprisingly quite amused by it but made me his little decorating assistant when I wanted to play outside.

Oh, I did that in my newly decorated bedroom! It was quite satisfying ?

I remember my brother and I and a friend, we were probably about eight,going up to top Hill field,lifting up a big stone and seeing all the ants. I then convinced our friend Paul that they were made of jelly and he could eat some and he did!!?

Not nice this. We lived in a long street with a back lane behind the houses. One day playing at the far end of the street ,I was desperate for the toilet. I was about seven I think. So I sneaked in through someone’s back gate and did a big poo behind their bushes. Then carried on playing. I think this may be the first time I have admitted to it.

I was as good as gold at home, but very naughty at school...
One time me and my chum put the plugs into every sink in the infants' cloakroom, turned on all the taps and went off to the next lesson. By the time they discovered it, the water was ankle deep...

We had a girl in our class who had very long hair, done up in plaits, and coiled up, Princess Leia style... On the way home, me and my pal asked her to undo the coils so we could see how long her plaits were (they were very long...) We tied her up to a lamp post with the plaits all tightly knotted too high up for her to reach, left her there and went home. About 6 pm, there was a ring at my doorbell. There stood the girl, all tear-stained, with her mother, who was white with rage. My mother insisted that I couldn't have done such a thing. I said, "Yep, that was me!" and all Hell broke loose. No TV for a week, bed at 7 pm in the Summer time, no cake or sweets for a week. Made to write apology and take it round to the girl's house, with a bar of MY favourite chocolate!

Went to my Nans in Southend for a Winter break. My brother, 2 years younger, insisted on paddling in the sea. Apparently I was so cold & fed up that to punish him I pushed him into the sea as a huge wave came in. His clothes, welly boots & thick winter coat were soaked. he had to go home on the train wearing the summer clothes left at Nans. Both of us very unhappy & I was grounded for a week!

My sister and I were about 4 and 5 and we sneaked a bottle of our mum’s bright red nail varnish. We did all of our nails including our toe nails and got straight into bed not knowing you had to wait for it to dry.

Dee1012

I found my mum's sanitary towels..unused I hasten to add!

I took them into the front garden and after decorating them happily, hung them off the bushes and gate by the loops - I thought they looked wonderful, my mum didn't!

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BigBerthal
Aww no what a
Mean Mother xxx

My sister was two years younger than me and had beautiful long hair normally plaited, l had short hair which was really curly and l hated it. I still remember distinctly making my sister sit under the table while l cut off one of her plaits with nail scissors! I was extremely pleased with myself.

This thread is very enjoyable. So many imaginative ways of being naughty!