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

I'm taking the 5th Amendment.??

@Yammy I was from Liverpool and I’ve never heard of mischief night either . I was also one of the well behaved children and don’t remember being naughty at all ?

I've heard of 'Mischief Night'. I'm from the N/E of England.

I was a VERY naughty child, although I don't think I want to give too much away.
I had older siblings and was the unwanted accident, which made for a lot of animosity between my mother and me.
Dad was great, though!
I played with found matches and set our local woods alight when I was about 7 or 8. Luckily not too much damage to the woods, but I rightly got a bollocking! (Not so my younger cousins who were with me and just as guilty).
I stole from my immediate family, something that I now think was me rebelling against the lack of love I felt from my mother - I think she did love me, in her own way, but I always felt that she'd rather I was someone else's child, if I had to be there at all!!
I played the usual childhood pranks like 'Knocky Nine Doors' and something about a 'cat in the bin'.
I bit a bully boy, on his upper thigh, but it worked as he stayed away from me after that, just glared at me from afar! Lol
I often threw my older sisters favourite bear out of our bedroom window to the garden below. She hated me for it!

Now I'm a parent and grandparent, and I'd have marmalised my own children if they'd turned out like me - luckily, I stopped as I grew up & moved out but they know what stupidity I did and why I'd be so against it if they did the same!!

glammagran

When I was around 5-6 years old my stepfather wallpapered our sitting room with some embossed wallpaper (I can still remember what it looked like, even today). For some reason I took it upon myself to draw around some of the embossments with a blue biro. Parent was absolutely furious but I solemnly declared I had seen my younger brother do so and he was the one who got punished, I felt guilty for years but he grew into a not very nice adult so the guilt dissipated somewhat.

I wonder if that was because of his big sister telling lies about him?

Ali08

25Avalon

Yes, such a pleasing sound! ??

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25Avalon

Yes, such a pleasing sound! ??

I wasn't and never have been much good at singing in tune, but I yearned to be in the school choir. So I told my parents that this time (I was about 8 or 9) I had been chosen. They were pleased for me, though somewhat perplexed! My mum's 'lie detector' was to say, 'Look me straight in the eye'. I had become very adept at doing this and had no trouble gazing unblinkingly into my mum's blue eyes. However, the minister's son, who lived round the corner, was in the choir and spilled the beans to his parents who in turn spilled them to mine and the game was up. My parents were very understanding and explained that they would not think the less of me if I was never in the choir. I never have been!

My mum and dad saved for ages to get a fitted carpet for our living room. She was so proud of it and all the neighbours trooped in to admire it. It was very light grey with a red swirly pattern.

Less than week after its arrival I spilt a full bottle of Quink ink all over it. I was terrified so I got some warm water, tipped in half a Packet of Daz. When my mum came i was on my knees with a scrubbing brush with bright blue bubbles surrounding me .

I ran out into the garden trying to figure whether I would I would be in worse trouble for running away than ruining the carpet.

And there's more...
We had a lavatory joined on to our outside porch and it seemed to escape the routine domestic cleaning. Spider's webs homing enormous beasts lurked in every corner. I was helplessly captive while I performed my number twos, so I became constipated, holding it in, not wanting to subject myself to this horrific ritual. Until I realised I didn't have to poo in the lavatory did I? After this revelation I frequently did the necessary in our garden, sneaking out after dark. There were ructions of course; my Dad accused next door's dog of squeezing through the hedge to perform. They looked at the evidence and proclaimed that was not their Rover's. We didn't speak to our neighbours ever again.
Also, being constipated meant I sometimes just had to let nature do it's worst. I dropped one in a church pew once while Mum was looking at gravestones .but had the sense to tell her. Not sure how she dealt with that problem !

I wish I could show my Mum these posts. She might be forced to reconsider her low opinion of my childhood behaviour ?

Where to begin?
I pulled pieces of wallpaper away from the joined seams and blamed it on the budgie.
I stayed out late, playing by a disused railway embankment and actually let one of the old Anglia police cars search for me.I strolled home later and got smacked legs for my trouble.
I stood at my open bedroom window throwing small apples from our garden tree at my father who was gardening down below. I hit my target easily.
I swung on the Cuckoo clock chains, breaking them, because I could.
I threw one particular doll I received as an Xmas gift,out onto the snowy border repeatedly. I remember it had a funny smell.
I managed to stay off school for six weeks by telling my parents parts of the wooden terrapins we had our lessons in had burned down. I kept the school authorities at bay by sending in regular sick notes to the effect that I had broken my leg.
We had a gap in our hedge between neighbouring gardens; I was playing jumping horses and left a sweeping brush handle across the gap. My neighbour decided to visit Mum for a chat as it grew dark, and fell over the 'jump', breaking her leg.
I often wonder how I am so well adjusted as an adult, or am I?

I painted the outside of our modern brown bricked house with white gloss paint ! Well I was four at the time..I was NOT popular.

I also got in big trouble for peeling off strips of wallpaper (aged 4) to 'wipe Teddy's bottom'.

I used to go a bit mad in music class aged 12. I would get quite rowdy, singing loudly, clapping and drumming. I was banned from music and had to sit in the empty dining hall for the duration of music lessons. I've since learned that this is classic for future introverts (which I am!).

The family legend says that when I was very small ( I think I was 2ish) my sister had been given a tea set and wouldn't let me play with it. I waited my opportunity. I was undressed awaiting a bath, and my heavily pregnant mum and sister just popped out into the garden to peg some nappies on the line. I toddled over to the back door, shut it and wiggled the bolt home. Then got the tea set out and sat on the kitchen floor, in the nude, playing with it. Mum frantic outside. Man next door had to climb in an upstairs window and unlock the door. The only thing I can remember now is looking up and seeing a strange man come into the kitchen and saying " Now you're for it ".
It has to be my earliest memory.
Once at school my teacher told my parents that I was
"quietly naughty". Did he mean sly? I wonder.

I stole 10p out of my mother’s purse when I was eight or nine. It is the one and only time in my life that I ever stole anything. I felt so ashamed and guilty that I never did anything like it again. My mum never realised and that actually made it worse, as did her being nice to me (she was a lovely mum). Thankfully I was not built for a life of crime! ?

paddyann54

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

My grandparents lived in Harrogate in Yorkshire and that was where I did things on Mischief Night.

Iam64

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 did this as well, especially when I went to stay with my grandparents in Harrogate and got together with my friends there. I loved Mischief Night.

I once smacked my younger sister around the face - I can’t remember why and I got into so much trouble. We’ve never been very close, I wonder if that’s why …

When I was around 5-6 years old my stepfather wallpapered our sitting room with some embossed wallpaper (I can still remember what it looked like, even today). For some reason I took it upon myself to draw around some of the embossments with a blue biro. Parent was absolutely furious but I solemnly declared I had seen my younger brother do so and he was the one who got punished, I felt guilty for years but he grew into a not very nice adult so the guilt dissipated somewhat.

I never got a ‘hiding’. My parents wouldn’t have dreamt of hitting me in any way. The worst I’d have got would have been a talking-to, but I never had that either. I suppose my parents didn’t know about the very few naughty things I did.

I was seven and an avid reader, Thomas the Tank Engine etc. I was down the library every day changing my books. One day I was bursting for the loo and could wait no longer. I peed on the library floor whilst getting my books stamped.

On another occasion a girl who lived on our street had a brand new tricycle, blue and silver with a boot. Ooh it was the envy of us all. We longed for a ‘go’ on this new bike. The girl, little madam, promised us all we could have a ride on it, if we did various tasks first. Well these tasks were never ending. She was clearly relishing getting everyone running errands for her. I got fed up and ‘stole’ the bike and rode it round the block. She was round to our house with her mother in tow to complain. But I’d got my story in first, so no punishment ensued. She never forgave me though…

Oh and we used to play ‘chicken’ and stand on the single track rail line when train was coming …..

I had to confess and got a good old fashioned hiding! Well you did in those days didn't you?!

No, I never did.

I was told by another child that chewing gum strangled your insides if you swallowed it so ve never been keen on it!

Mum wouldn't allow chewing gum but of course I wanted some so went to the corner shop and bought a packet. There I am chewing away and mum turns up so I quickly took out of my mouth and stuck on the insides of my petticoats as they were called then. Couldn't for the life of me get it off so hide the offending article in the bushes a few days later and then mum wanted to know why not in the washing basket? I had to confess and got a good old fashioned hiding! Well you did in those days didn't you?!

It was a big thing in my part of West Yorkshire.