Naughty things we did in childhood

Here’s mine - my sister and I stole some fruit from outside the greengrocers ( remember those?). The woman who worked there caught us and took them back and obvs told us off. We then went home. My mum’s friend came round shortly afterwards and said she had a treat for us - her and her friend were going to take us to the circus. My mum said to us, her friend works in the greengrocers.......
My sister and I rapidly developed terrible stomach ache and had to go to bed thus sadly missing our treat. I’ve never forgotten the details of all that

We moved to the outskirts of Liverpool from the inner city in 1962. It was all farm land around apart from the small estate we moved too. They built some shops not far away one was called Fine Fare. It was opened by radio presenter diddy David Hamilton as he was called then.
I think every child must have thought it was heaven. The shelves were stacked with big bags of sweets. I remember me and my brothers emptying the shelves of bags of mixed glacier mints. None of them were paid for we did the same in the surrounding fields picking veg. I don’t remember any of us being caught out but we did grow up honest and respectable

I remember going to a party when I was about 6. The boy's mother had made a cowboy scene on top of the cake. A thing of beauty.?
As I brushed past I accidentally smudged the icing, I had to quickly lick my hand to hide the deed.

The mother completely lost it and demanded that the naughty child own up. In my terror and shame I kept quiet. I felt so guilty.

Not how you treat a child these days.

It is interesting what you can remember from childhood, a lesson learned maybe.

My mum would never allow us to have bubble gum but as a 5 year old I was fascinated by it. There was a tiny shop in the woods that my older brother and I would go to if we had some money for sweets.
On this day I didn't have any money. My brother told me to wait by the shop while he went off for a wee.
The shop was empty. The man who owned it must have been in the back room. I ran into the shop and stole a bubble gum and ran out stuffing it into my mouth.
When my brother came back he made me spit out the gum but he didn't ever tell my mum. I still have a bit of guilt over that and I didn't even get to enjoy a bubble!

Oh gosh, how these things that you can dredge up from way back.
I remember when we were staying with an aunt, taking a strawberry from a set jelly, that was in a dark pantry cupboard. Of course when it was brought out for tea, there was the strawberry shaped hole, right in the middle.

Scrumping apples from a neighbours orchard, and being terrified of being caught.

The worse thing I remember was coming home from school early. Mum was pegging out the washing, and I told her that I had been expelled. I hadn't.
Why, I said it, don't know, but her poor dear face went so white, and I feel guilty to this day.

I saw a beautiful fountain pen lying on the bench in the toilet area when I was about 10 and no one was around so I put it in my pocket It sat there most of the day and my brain kept pecking away at me over and over so before we went home I crept back and put it back where I found it

I cut some daffodils from someone’s front garden. They were next to the pavement in front of a small hedge. I took them home to my mum thinking she’d be pleased. She wasn’t and I was taken to apologise to the house owner.
I also loved the dolls hospital strip in June and Schoolfriend comic. I got two new dolls for Christmas and promptly drew biro ‘spots’ on them so they could go to ‘hospital’. I was not popular at all!!!!

I'm 10 years older than my sister and resented having to 'look after her/take her with me' when I went out. One day my mam told me to take her to the park. On the way we had to walk over a wooden bridge which crossed the river. You could see the water through the slats in the bridge. I told my then 4 year old sister that water rotted wood and that if she stepped on a rotted piece it would break and she would fall into the river. She's 52 now and is still terrified of bridges

When I was about 8yrs and mastering reading and writing at school, my mum had very sore legs which needed embrocation, which had been ordered from the nearest Chemist. As mum couldn't go herself, she told me to go and pick it up for her.

The chemist put the bottle on the counter (no paper bag) and left. I stood on tiptoe and managed to read part of the label I could see...'DO NOT TAKE.... so I left it on the counter and went home, thinking I was so clever to do what the bottle had told me. My mum wasn't too pleased, I got a clip round the ear 'ole and had to go back to collect it again (which was annoying as the chemist shop was about an half hour walk each way).

I’m so ashamed of mine I hardly dare mention it. A friend and I went round local houses supposedly ‘collecting for the RSPCA’. We kept the money for ourselves. That was over 70 years ago and it still troubles my conscience very much.

When my father was in his nineties he was still haunted by the fact that as a child he stole an apple from a greengrocer’s display.

I stole caramac chocolate bars from the shop that my mum worked in. I never owned up.

My best friend and I were 12 and just started high school. We used to spend our dinner money buying Knorr's chicken noodle soup out a packet and a raspberry Swiss roll at the supermarket and take them to my house to eat.It went on until my father commented that he smelt something like curry in the kitchen and there was a big debate about why the smell was there. We never did it again!

I was nine. My mother had a new dining table and sideboard, of which she was very proud. The sideboard had three drawers which housed all sorts of domestic paraphernalia. I would be told to put things away in the first drawer, the second drawer etc. I decided it would be a good idea to scratch 1, 2 and 3 on the drawers so that everyone would know which one was which. My mother was apoplectic and I was sorely punished. My father had to get a French polisher to put right the damage. I didn’t get any pocket money for ages.

My friend and I would spend our dinner money we would go to the shop buy lovely sliced boiled ham and cheddar cheese, wrap the cheese in the ham then go and sit in the graveyard to eat it.

Also on cross country we would divert to my house, have a jam butty and drink then run back!

I was 10 years younger than my sister. One day I took her lipstick outside and used it as chalk on the walls. I took her new stiletto shoes outside for dressing up games with my pals and brought them back scraped and scuffed. I found her box of dusting powder and proceded to do just that, all around her bedroom furniture with the big powder puff covering everything in talc. I was soundly told off by both her and my mother after that escapade. Bless her she's gone now but I'll bet she thought I was the original 'naughty little sister'

i can't see using dinner money to buy food was naughty.

shows initiative. and no harm done.

Welbeck. It was naughty no doubt because they should have been at school where their parents thought they were.

Thank you all for your replies, it was nice and sometimes funny remembering the good old days when we were young.

As a young teenager, myself and three friends sneaked out of school one Friday afternoon with various excuses and met at the local bus stop to catch a bus from just outside Plymouth to Exeter where the Rolling Stones were playing in a concert. I can’t remember all of the others playing that evening apart from the Yardbirds and Ike and Tina Turner. It was wonderful, I remember waving my school shirt in the air! We raced through the streets of Exeter afterwards and caught the last train back to Plymouth and a bus out to the village where one of us lived to sleep.
Our parents thought we were at a dance at a local village hall. It took some planning, getting the tickets, timing the bus/train etc, but it was worth it.
I confessed many years later and my parents thought it was hilarious. I bet they wouldn’t have done if they’d found out at the time!

It’s interesting to see how many of these memories relate to petty pilfering of sweets and suchlike, and how the guilt is still there after decades.

Yes I thought that - bunch of juvenile delinquents who basically got lucky by not being caught ?

I have never pilfered nor stolen anything. I have never told a lie.

Hello Georgina Washington ?