What did you never own up to ?

Yes mine will never be told secret embedded forever in my mind

That I loved him. It would have changed a lot of things.

Deliberately “losing” a hideous nightie that DH had bought me down behind the hot water tank in the airing cupboard of one of our army quarters. I’m told him it had probably blown off the washing line! If they ever had to replumb that house, somebody’s face would have been a picture!

Until I was 50 I never owned up to the fact that I'd disliked and was afraid of my mother in equal measure since I was very small. I should have told someone but this was 70 years ago when all kids thought their mothers were the Virgin Mary (today's kids are at the other end of the scale, encouraged to claim abuse at the smallest thing). I walked away from her when I was 50 and she was 80 - that alone is still a hard thing to own up to.

When I was eight and a half months pregnant, I had to travel to my antenatal appointments two bus rides away. On my return from the last one I was feeling incredibly sick. As I stood up to get off at my stop, I was sick all over the back of the coat of the lady who was standing in front of me. She didn't notice and got off the bus. I was too scared to tell her. How awful is that? I was 19. It was 54 years ago. That poor lady.

Too many to mention!

I was six and it was the last day of school before the summer holidays. The teacher had put a sweet on each of our desks but I had to go back for something and …….. there, forgotten, was someone’s sweet. I took it. It was a banana chew. Would have been a penny one, because it was bigger than a blackjack. Yes, I ate it and loved it, but I’ve never forgotten the guilt of depriving someone else of that sweet.

I had a lovely new car nine years ago. I was having trouble getting out of a narrow parking space next to a wall. I scraped the side and told OH that someone must have hit me when I was in my class. I’m getting a new car after Christmas so hope I don’t do the same thing.

When I was 17/18 my parents went abroad on holiday. My brother, sister and I had a massive party. The three floors of the house were packed and the front lawn had cars parked on it. We never told my parents and I don’t think they guessed. We cleaned the house beautifully.

Stealing a cream eggs when I was about 11. I felt so bad that I bought one, ate them both and felt sick afterwards.
Getting older going to see a boyfriend my parents objected to and telling them I was somewhere else - oh and the lies that followed!
Getting much older a dalliance/affair. Only my Mum knew.

Confession time and hope my two sisters don't read this!

I hated crusts but mum made us eat them and at the dining room table I found a little ledge underneath as one of those three part tables. So for months and months I put the crusts under the ledge and when mum moved and cleaned the table guess what? All my hard and mouldy crusts lined up in order! Mum had us lined up in the kitchen asking for culprit and I said it wasn't me. Dear me I told a lie and got away with it! Naughty me.

I was considered so above reproach that I was not investigated. The culprit was never identified. It was a very small thing in fact, but taken very seriously.... I never did anything like it again....

never told my parents that i had been in a crash on the back of my then boyfriends motor bike, luckily we only ended up in the bushes, was on a narrow country lane. Told them someone had set fireworks as we were coming out of the cinema(thats were i had told them we were going) and i had slipped on the steps.

Not me, but my younger sister of maybe 11. The rest of the family went shopping, but when we returned home she was mysteriously absent.
When she turned up half an hour or so later, it turned out that she’d scoffed an entire, as yet unopened, chocolate Swiss Roll, and had walked into town to replace it before she got found out!
Too late, alas, but there was no trouble - the rest of us just found it a hoot.

Washing my stepson’s white socks, with coloured clothes. You guessed it - a lovely shade of pink.
I hid them in back of wardrobe- I was terrified of both him and his father !

Locking my horrible little cousin in the coal shed .
He wouldn't let me play with his train set or his boats and used to taunt me with them .
He used to really suck up to older relatives to get money from them .
My cousin told me that he hasn't changed one bit .
He's still smarmy , conceited and full of himself !

My daughter asked me if I would take her to see the film " Grease". I thought that she was too young but then I relented and took her. Many years later she confessed that she had already seen it as she and a friend bunked off school one afternoon to go and see it. My son evidently used to do climbing. But not over rocks, up walls and over roofs in our town centre, according to his sister.

Generally speaking i am the opposite. As the eldest i used to get the blame for everything, guilty or not I also have a face that gives me away every single time, therefore i tend to own up to anything i have (or even think i have) done wrong before the misdeed is even discovered.

I could never rob a bank as the saying goes

Thankfully i was never asked the direct questions of where i was as an older teenager - my parents assumed i was at the 16 and over club and i never put them right. I went there once and for the rest of the time went to the over 18's Only recently did Mum find this out as she was on a nostalgia page on FB and a night club was mentioned and i piped up 'ooooh that was my favourite'. Ooooops!

Country dancing one evening a week at my school that I went to - only I bunked off one time and spent that evening "getting to know" a new male pupil at the school rather better at his home....ahem...

Well with a mother like mine it wasn't worth the fallout of telling the truth re my natural burgeoning interest in boys. Even when I got to 18 (and the age of majority had become 18 before I got there and I had left school and was in my first job) it wasn't worth the effort basically - because of the trouble she'd have caused (eg she even forbade me going to a male friends bedsit he'd just moved into for tea!!!!! I went anyway - as I knew I was adult age).

So I waited until I got to 20 and emigrated to Denmark (as we can see - I came back here again) to start dating - ie where she was nowhere on the scene obviously. That was quite handy all round - as in England I'd thought "Time to go on the Pill - before it comes to it" so to say and my (family) doctor refused!!!!! (that was the 1970s so some still hadnt caught up). Cue for when I got to Denmark I asked the woman in the Danish family I was with to introduce me to her doctor - he didn't blink a Danish eyelid about it. So when I came back to England shortly afterwards and moved out of my parents home a few weeks later = I was able to go to the nearest doctor and say "I'm on Eugynon whatever-it-was and I need a new prescription please" and he was as objective as the Danish doctor had been and that was that.....

I was given money each Saturday morning to go to ballroom dancing classes with my friend. We went once but didn't like it so for many weeks after we used to go to the amusement arcades instead.

When my friend and I were about 8 we wrote in chalk all over a teacher's garage things such as "Miss X is a twit" and "Miss X is a fool". The teacher in question came round to our homes as she obviously suspected us but my friend and I had both agreed to blame a boy in our class. We stuck to our story and the poor boy was sent to the headmaster and got the cane. I've kept quiet for nearly 70 years and I expect my friend has too.

I stole half a crown out of my mum’s purse to buy a posh friend ( her dad was a GP while mine was only a police sergeant) a birthday present. As I recall I bought three tiny pot dogs, I was 12. I let my older brother take the heat, they never suspected me. My brother (78), to whom I am very close, still doesn’t know 😳.

When I was about 8 I threw a snowball at the dining room window and caused a nasty crack in the glass. I think there had been a stone in the centre of the snowball. I was in my 40s when I owned up to my mother. We did have a laugh.

When I was about seven I stole a baby doll from a school jumble sale. I was the eldest of five children and money was scarce and I REALLY needed that doll. I told my mum that the teacher had bought it for me, unfortunately Mum went to school to thank her. When confronted, I ended up telling them I’d found money on the way to school and bought it with that. No repercussions but the gloss had gone off owning the doll.

I pulled a lump off a newly baked loaf and ate it. Mum went crazy thinking we had a mouse. I couldn't admit it and watched her clean the whole house!

My parents wanted my brother and I to go to Sunday school each Sunday. We didn't want to go, but no-one was listening.
So we dressed up, got on our bikes and cycled the 2 miles to the village, then rode round for a while, and returned home.

We did this each week, and no-one ever knew.