Naughty things we did in childhood

Juvenile delinquent. Notoriety at last!

My misdemeanour is far worse than any of the above. When I was about eight, my friend MARY and I went into a block of flats in our neighbourhood and found that the access door to the lift machinery was unlocked. We climbed in and rode up and down on the top of the lift in the lift shaft and were never found out!

I was about 9ish when I attended ballet and tap lessons on a Saturday afternoon. With two friends we used our dance class money on bus fare and entry to Barrowland ballroom in Glasgow. We back combed our hair like Helen Shapiro, put on some lipstick and danced away to the Locomotion by Little Eva.
Our misdeeds were discovered when my mother found a strip of snaps taken in one of those new fangled photo booths with us grinning like Cheshire cats at our deception!!

Laura Norder, so you have never told a lie? Has nobody with delicate sensibilities ever asked you, for example, “ Does this dress suit me? “ when it plainly does not and to save her feelings you’ve answered in the affirmative? That could be classed as a lie, surely.

We were supposed to be delivering leaflets through all the local villages letter boxes ( I can't remember what they were for ) we delivered many of them but still had loads left. We were fed up and tired and decided to throw the remaining leaflets in a deep ditch at the side of the road thinking no one would ever see them there. A day or so later I was going by on the upper deck of bus and looked down and could see the hundreds of leaflets we hadn't delivered and so could everyone else on the bus!!

Oh Jax, did you not note the wink

When I was about 12 my friend and I raided her kitchen and found a tin of condensed milk. We went into her back garden and sat there with it and drank it all. An hour or two later we both felt very sick and had terrible diarrhea which lasted hours. I have never ever bought a tin of condensed milk since.

We didn't have a phone at our house but my friends father worked for himself and had one for work.
My friend and I would make phone calls to random people in the phone book.
Also knock down ginger ( knocked on neighbours doors and ran away )
At senior school , our P.E always seemed to be cross country running , we'd run into the woods at the start , find a log to sit on , then run back once others past on their way back acting all puffed out !

Going with my friend into the local corner shop after school and buying some sweets, then stealing Cadburys Creme Eggs from a box on the counter while the shopkeeper's back was turned. We did it quite a few times. She was a nice lady and I feel bad about it now.

Hellsbelles

We didn't have a phone at our house but my friends father worked for himself and had one for work.
My friend and I would make phone calls to random people in the phone book.
Also knock down ginger ( knocked on neighbours doors and ran away )
At senior school , our P.E always seemed to be cross country running , we'd run into the woods at the start , find a log to sit on , then run back once others past on their way back acting all puffed out !

Oh gosh, I'd forgotten about this! My friend and I used to do this too - get the phone book and make silly random calls to people too.

I was expected to take my 2 younger brothers to Sunday school on a Sunday afternoon. It was very boring! I tried to persuade them to go to the cafe and get an ice-cream with our 3d collection money, and not tell our parents. One brother was up for it, but the youngest was worried that we would be caught and get a smacked botty (remember them?), so we just sat by the river until it was time to go home.

Guilty as Sin. Attended Sunday school way back in the 50s. If parents couldn't attend Church I was given their Church envelopes containing their would be collection to pop in the collection plate. Some never made it as I spent the money over several weeks on sweets. If

One other thing I just remembered. When I was maybe about 10, I told a younger girl in our street that I was a werewolf. Told her that I changed at the full moon and went out eating people. I must have been convincing because the little girl's dad came to our house and told my mum that I'd scared his daughter and she'd gone home crying and was afraid to go to bed. I felt awful.

It is interesting that most of these memories are about petty theft. I think that we still remember them and feel some guilt shows what honest people we have grown up to be.

Myself and my cousin stole a chocolate bar from a local newsagent, our Aunt saw us and when she got home phoned the police. I was absolutely terrified when a policeman knocked the door a few hours later and I was given a telling off, not only by police but also by my parents. Then sent to bed with no tea. You would have thought I had learned my lesson but my gang regularly stole rhubarb, apples and berries from peoples garden!!
One really naughty thing I did as a child was after a fight with my brother I got a kettle of water and poured it over a project of China my brother had just finished for school. It was one of the few times I had a smack on the bottom from my Dad.

I was 14 and told my parents I was going to my friends house instead I went to my then BF’s house ( they never knew I had one) and went to the seaside with him and his parents. I never got found out but it gives me chills when I think about it now, anything could have happened ?!

I was at some sort of party at a local community centre with my sister and locked her in the toilet (she's didn't know it was me) and went back to the party. Some time later someone heard her sobbing in the toilet, as someone had turned the light off and she was stuck in there in the dark.
It was just what I thought would be a quick joke, didn't realise how upset she would get, and I've never confessed. Hopefully she's long forgotten it, maybe I should ask her!

Granmajet l did a very similar thing, a group of 6 of us wanted to go to the radio one road show many years ago, one of the girls parents was very strict and wouldn't have entertained it but she was allowed to stay over at friends homes as long as a parent rang to confirm the arrangements, guess who, at 14 years old, got nominated to ring. Apparently l ended the conversation with 'thats great, thanks bye' her mum passed comment on it being the type of thing her daughter would say, with that my friend piped up 'her mums from Yorkshire they speak funny there' ? must be true, she let her go

My heinous crime was pinching a monkey nut from the greengrocer (no wonder we don’t have them anymore the number of us who pinched stuff from there). I was intrigued as to what they were and my mother would just say ‘no we don’t want those’ so on this particular day I pinched one to find out. The guilt was unbearable!

My mum had a treasured bottle of Chanel No 5 she had been given as a 21st birthday present, and it was only used for very special occasions and had stood in the box on her dressing table for several years.
I must have been about 3 years old, I opened the box and the bottled. It smelt wonderful so I proceeded to drink the lot. Mum was distraught and rang the doctor, thinking that I might be poisoned, to be advised that it was mainly comprised of alcohol and the worst that could happen would I would be drunk.
60 years later, I can still remember the taste.

We used to chase the ice cream van around the estate...we pestered the man for free ice creams, one day he lost it and chased my brother down the road with a rolled up newspaper ?

Our school playing fields were usually battered by wind across the Croal valley, in winter I used to write notes from my mother excusing me from games, she found out when I was 40+ and was furious! I was quite cunning, I bought a Basildon Bond writing pad and envelopes so they looked more authentic. My daughter, 40+, recently said that she and her friends wrote notes for each other!
In my late teens, 6th Form, a few friends and I worked on the packing line of a catalogue company, the orders would come through with address labels, we would pick the orders, pack and address them. The management decided they didn't need us and next Friday was our last day. The address labels often were duplicated or more so we mixed all the orders and sent random people odd things, eg a retired Colonel in Scotland got some snazzy lady's underwear.

We lived in a small village and my best friend lived on the farm down the road. Every year her family made cider for the local community and the annual Harvest Festival which was a big deal back then.
Anyway, we knew the barrels were in the old tractor shed and decided at around 9 years old we needed to know why it made everyone we knew laugh so much when they drank it.
You can imagine the rest !

I'm six years older than one of my brothers. When he was little, I used to take him into my bed and tell him a scary or a sad story to make him cry and then a happy story to stop his tears. Then I put him back in his own bed.

The local pet shop had bins of dogs biscuits etc. round the shop- all open. I stole a dog biscuit- just the one - for our neighbour's dog- we only had cats. My Mum found it when we got home & marched me straight back to the shop to return it & apologise. Looking back I am sure the man behind the counter was trying not to laugh! I never ever stole anything again.
We were naughty though. I was an only child but my best friend (still is!) lived opposite us & when we were about 8 or 9 we were allowed to ride our bikes 'round the block'. Needless to say we rode them to the local swing park, a big hill nearby & all over the place while pretending we had not gone any further than our block. Then Mum got a part time job when I was a bit older & I was allowed to stay at home alone or with same friend. We had every other child around in too though & as we got older boys too! We got very good at tidying up. Happy days!

I was playing with a school-friend in the park near her house. We were five or six. We had both been forbidden to go on the roundabout - the kind you propelled yourselfl by standing with one foot up on it , holding onto the handles and running with your other foot on the ground. Remember those?

Some boys from our school got it going really fast and I scraped my ankle on the side of the roundabout.

It was bleeding, so we scrambled down to the burn (another strictly forbidden thing) and washed my ankle with our hankies.

Strangely enough, neither of our hawk-eyed mothers discovered either my scraped ankle or how I had come by it.