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

My OH confesses to making a gun and it blew someone's garage door off. He never got caught. Still enjoys playing with rifles now.

Probably the worst was punching an older boy in the nose in the school playground when I was 5. I don’t know if I broke it but there was an awful explosion of blood, snot and tears and he was escorted home between two other boys. Funnily enough no one told me off - probably because he was bullying one of my little friends at the time who was so scared he’d wet himself.

We did some awful things on Mischief Night - as well as the tying up of door handles and removing of gates there were some nasty things posted through the letterboxes of people who (quite rightly) kept us in order the rest of the year.

My friend and I once sneaked in and picked the flowers from one (horrible) teacher’s garden and presented them to another (horrible) teacher - we were never found out.

I dropped a library book in the bath and ruined it. Rather than confess, I carefully copied the note I’d seen in another book about this one being removed from stock after my loan, complete with librarian signature. I got away with it - perhaps I should have pursued that career as a forger.

Knowing full well I shouldn’t, I headed off with a new girl at school for tea at hers when she asked me. I assured her parents that mine knew about it and would be picking me up. She lived a long walk away down a country lane and my parents didn’t track me down till hours later when it was dark, after a frantic search round the village and all my usual friends. By then my friend’s parents were starting to wonder… I got off very lightly for that - they were just relieved to find me.

There’s more - but not that I’m admitting to on here!

I really don't think I did anything naughty as a child.

My mum was incredibly strict, and I always imagined she would find out, or at least that is what she told us.
A teen... well, that's a different story.

I've never heard of mischief night ,is it widespread or limited to a particular area?

Do you have something similar in Scotland, paddy?
I had thought it originated there for some reason.
It wasn't done here when I was a child, or now.

One of the boys in my class had huge, sticking-out ears. One day when he'd been annoying me on our way to school, I 'boxed' his ears. I had no further trouble with him, but I didn't feel as satisfied as I thought I should!

Not in the part of Scotland I'm in ,never heard of anything like it ,never heard any of my Aunts or my mother mention it either .Sounds quite dangerous from some of these posts .We never did "trick or treat" either ,when we went round the houses at Halloween we did a "turn" sang a song or recited a poem or told a joke and got an apple and nuts and a sweetie in etuen ,its much the same here still ..no tricks

I don't remember any Halloween traditions here at all.
Nothing much was made of halloween, as far as I know, but maybe all the other children were out having fun while we were tucked up in bed by 6pm.

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!

Halloween has been big in Scotland and Ireland for well over a hundred years as far as I know my great granny used to tell my mum about their halloween and she was born in the 1840's.
It was exported to The USA by Irish/Scots immigrants

It's interesting how these things vary from place to place.

There were a few things, but probably the best one was a group one. We went to this horrible Victorian Secondary School before heading off to the Grammar, those of us that were bright anyway. The classrooms had rather nice wooden floors and in the centre of ours was a trapdoor, all screwed down which we assumed would take us under the school, so as a class we decided we were going down there! We brought in screwdrivers and bit by bit over the next coupe of weeks the screws loosened, until one day we got them all moving. It was decided that we wouldn't do it that day, but would bring torches and go down the following day. Luckily I was off sick that day as they went down and were caught! Mrs Pennington the headmistress who always floated around in a black gown had the whole class stood up in assembly and gave them a rocket and wrote letters to everyones' parents who had to come in for their bollocking too for having such hateful disrespectful children!

I bet those children were popular at home!

Mischief Night was the night before Bonfire Night and was a big thing in the North East of England, certainly in the 60s. Whether it still is, I don’t know. We were really given a free rein to do anything for that one night only - on the other 364 we were kept in check by those dreaded words - Just you wait till I see your mam/dad about this.

It’s been around at least since the eighteenth century, apparently.

en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mischief_Night

I used to lie to the priest in confession. If I hadn't committed any sins that week, I would make some up and end with 'I told lies ' Five Hail Marys later my soul was cleansed

I meant to add, if I said I hadn't committed any sins the priest wouldn't have believed me.

Kate1949 ?

I have never heard of Mischief Night and I live in Scotland. As has already been said Halloween was just dredssing up and doing a turn in exchange for sweets fruit and nuts. Our chidren were young when we lived in the far north of Scotland and it was lovely as the whole street of children visited each house and just got goodies never money. Moving further down Scotland we were bothered by children coming round before the 31st . expecting money. They got none from me until the right day .

My gran was a rather miserable woman , very unsmiling. One day she was minding me and my two little cousins, I was about nine. She opened the back door to let us play in the yard and said crossly " Don't make a noise, I've got a headache! " There was a big piece of corrugated iron lying under the window, so I ran up and down it with the two little ones following me, stamping as loudly as I could, and laughing gleefully at her grim face through the window!

Mum had made me a pretty new dress, with coloured polka dots on white background. So I attempted to cut out the dots with my new child scissors, and succeeded with quite a few!

It was very unfortunate that fabric was rationed at the time.

I was very young, and had not yet appreciated the hard work and care involved in being a Mum!

My friend Smarties(Martin) and I had a den in an old chicken house. One day we played with some matches and managed to set it alight. Thankfully we escaped unharmed but they discovered who had burned it down. I was 8 at the time.

At age 9 I was in a temper and knocked the cuckoo clock off the wall. Mum marched me upstairs and gave me a 'good hiding'. My older brother, who always bullied me shouted up to mum to stop. The only time he ever stood up for me.

Aged 7, I told my 3 year old brother that he could fly. I made cardboard wings which I tied to his arms, made him climb the sycamore tree in our garden and pushed him off a top branch shouting “Flap your wings”. He crash landed in the nettles ( not badly hurt, luckily) and my mother spanked me. Happy days…..

Aged 3, a little friend and I hid in a cupboard by the side of the chimney breast and listened to our mums chatting. When they realised we weren’t playing in the garden (and had heard all sorts of inappropriate gossip) they searched the house and surrounding area. It was only when we heard police mentioned that we emerged stiff and hot but much more informed