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

I was a very quiet and shy child but went completely mad and rebellious as a young teenager - those damn hormones!! I wasn't wanted (an "accident" 6 years after the birth of the wanted son). I went out and partied at every opportunity. But frequently had stand up fights with my dad and had to run between the front door (that he was standing in front of to stop me going out) and the front room window that I would climb out of. I was brought up to tell the truth, so I always told them where I was going and when I'd be back. I was always home on time, but I realise how awful it must have been for my Mum in particular. I became a strict parent myself, but I did understand when my daughter became rebellious in her turn!

I grew up in Scotland and have never heard of Mischief Night. If only I had .......

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.

At my seventh Birthday Party I added Andrew's Liver Salts to my little friends orange squash and told them it was Orangeade. My parents were so cross!!

My mum always bought the big 48 box Tunnocks teacakes for Xmas. One year my dad and I ate the bottom layer and replaced the gaps with scrunched up newspaper.
At Easter my sister and I used to climb up to the curtain pelmet where our mum put our choc eggs out of reach and we would of taken the sweets out of the inside of them and wrapped them all back up again. It wouldn't be as much fun now as the sweets are on the outside....

Not sure it was naughty … but my brother was off school with a broken leg and on crutches. He begged me to play hookie from school and we jumped on a bus to our local railway station and got on train to london( We were on main Euston line ) …. We were in London in half hour and bought a kids rover ticket for buses …and had whale of a time going to the sights.. …tagged onto a group of Americans going around the Houses of Parliament and did the tour ! And got home by 4 which is when my parents would expect me to be home from school. They never found out ….but did tell them when we were in our 20’s. My big brother was 12 at the time and I was 11.

I was younger than school age when I would pick a neighbours pretty flowers that were near the front wall, then knock on her door to see if she would like to buy them. She always did bless her. I thought she didn't know they were hers.

Not sure if it was 'naughty' but cruel. It was my best friend, her birthday was coming up and she gave out invitations. Then she decided she didn't want one particular friend to come. She told everyone her party was actually 24 hours early, and had her party. The next the girl (who didn't often get invited to parties) appeared. Her Mum had bought her a new dress and sent quite an expensive present (for early 70s). The girl opened the door and said the party was yesterday, snatched the present and slammed the door...very cruel. Folks, that girl is here today! Oh and Mum, it never felt any better...

When I was about 7, so my brother was 3, a friend had a ‘trolly’ which was made of planks mounted on wheels. (You could ride it down the street if there was a bit of a slope). It was bonfire night time so we decided to dress my brother as the Guy and pull him round the neighbourhood asking for ‘penny for the Guy! I don’t think we got very far before someone told my mother and needless to say she was extremely cross. I had a very strict upbringing and didn’t usually get the chance to be naughty.

I was cross with my big brother so I scribbled on his book. I waited for weeks to be found out but never was. Another time mum bought me a candlewick bedspread. I couldn't stop pulling the threads out. Mum blamed shoddy workmanship and I never confessed.

I was an inquisitive child who loved looking through old boxes of family mementoes etc. We lived in an old house which had a staircase that turned at a right angle near the top. At a very strange angle near this turn was a ‘secret’ cupboard which I was forbidden to touch, presumably because to press the button to open it I would have to stretch on tip toes which could be very dangerous.

One day when everyone was occupied elsewhere I decided to chance my arm. I got the cupboard open and saw a number of bulging shopping bags. Having dragged each one out, I found they contained my Christmas presents, so on Christmas Day, there were no surprises, as I had put them back, and no one knew that I had been there………….or did they? It could have been a way to teach me to do as I was told - but regrettably to this day, that has proved unsuccessful!

I blame my brother completely for this one..

It was around 1965. Our neighbour was out at work and had left their motorbike leaning up against the adjoining yard wall.
My older brother thought it would be a good idea to show me how to throw sparklers up in the air and see what would happen.
So, being a good sister, I obliged.
My sparkler landed on the seat of the motorbike and caught fire.
We ran upstairs to see what we had done and the seat was ablaze. It didn’t look good.
We told mum, who got other neighbours to join in with buckets of water to put out the, not insignificant, fire.
Dad came home, saw the skeleton of next doors bike and blamed my brother.
Dad had to pay next door neighbour £50.
A lot of money back then.
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The only thing I remember is giving the cat, a sealpont Siamese named Chang, a 'haircut'. She had a tonsure and no whiskers for ages.

I was very naughty. When my sister was born, my gran polished our step ready for the doctor to visit, so I peed on it!

On a family picnic I did not want to go on, I rounded a herd of crowns up and drove them through the picnic!

I am of course a complete angel today ?

Sorry that should have been a herd of cows not crowns !!!

Existing. Apparently everything I did was naughty and deserved to be punished

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

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.

BigBerthal
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Mean Mother xxx

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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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.

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!

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!

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 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!!?