Many many things, some trivial, some not so, I’ll take them to my grave, thank you 
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At primary school our teacher could smell perfume and it was driving her mad. She went up and down the aisles asking who had it on and I never owned up to having liberally splashed it on my hankie . She did not sniff me out.
In senior school a teacher asked me to post a letter , blue airmail and flimsy , to her sister on my way home as I passed the post office . Some weeks later I put my hand in my coat pocket and there was a very crumpled letter. I did post it then and hoped that her sister would blame the postal service.
In my first week of work in a bank the accountant handed me a circular and told me to read it then put in in the basket. I did just that but put it is the waste paper basket. Some weeks later the accountant could not understand what has happened to the circular as they were all numbered and there was one missing .
Many many things, some trivial, some not so, I’ll take them to my grave, thank you 
A bloke at uni who I had a date with. When I saw him coming up the path to my hall of residence dressed as a cowboy, I locked myself in the toilet, so when he knocked on my door, I would have appeared to be out. I watched him leave via the toilet window. Luckily, I never saw him again. Phew!
NotAGran55 oh the same
Not strictly me, but when we were just married in the 70 my husband stupidly got involved in some thieving. He got off with a fine and the conviction was spent after 10 years. My parents knew about it but I've never seen any need to tell the children.
Borrowed our son in laws new very expensive car and put diesel in it instead of petrol.
He was a new son in law and we didn,t want to tell him until we got it checked..lovely man from the AA came to the house drained the tank and cleaned the engine before putting petrol in it ,.
It was fine.We didn,t tell him though Hes very car minded,works in motor sport and he thinks only idiots put the wrong fuel on cars .
Oops.
We get on well so best he didn,t know
32 years ago, having just moved into our current house, which is situated on a footpath, I couldn’t find my door keys (front and back doors) and thought I must have left them in the front door. Thinking that someone walking by must have taken them, my DH had all the locks changed at some considerable expense. Some months later, standing in front of my class at college, I opened the side pocket of my briefcase and there they were. I let out a scream much to the surprise of my students. I have never told my DH!
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I’m currently in a Premier Inn and have just been to son in laws 40th birthday party. DH is ill so I’m on my own, and I’m in his new car. Parking it at a McDonalds I scraped a car and just scarpered! There was white paint on the side which I wiped off and there’s a deep scratch. It’s a big car so I’m sure the other came off worse! Shall I confess when I get home? I’ll try not to but I’m a bit of a blabber mouth.
Well I think I would have kept quiet about that one.
If it was my car you scraped I would be furious.
Also lived in the same road as a gasworks.Playing with the children next door I let out a silent but violent 😀 the dad came home and mum said don't the gasworks smell awful tonight.He said I can't smell anything
Not me but my boy.After eating saveloy and chips the night before he visited a cathedral and bottom burped.camera crew filming stars on Sunday blamed the sewers and stopped filming 😊
I used to have a lovely 2 wheeled push along scooter, I went everywhere on it, I had it from about the age of 7/8.
One day this kid (lad) pinched it off me , I went to his house it was broken in the garden.
Went back home got a slice of bread with loads of jam on and Smeared it all over their front door LOL.
I’m currently in a Premier Inn and have just been to son in laws 40th birthday party. DH is ill so I’m on my own, and I’m in his new car. Parking it at a McDonalds I scraped a car and just scarpered! There was white paint on the side which I wiped off and there’s a deep scratch. It’s a big car so I’m sure the other came off worse! Shall I confess when I get home? I’ll try not to but I’m a bit of a blabber mouth.
Apart from "borrowing " my mother's nail scissors (very fine) probably about
60 years ago and never returning them
if there was anything else I'm certainly not owning up.now!
I have too many to mention, all of which will go to the grave with me. A secret shared is a secret no more.
i've carried many deep in my being never to be revealed!
Sorry, I meant she HIT my bum really hard, not HOT!
At school from 5 to 16 I absolutely hated school, all the ''you'll do as you're TOLD'' and all the controlling and the sexism and I hated most of the teachers and the equally bullying pupils. To this day aged 59 I still can't abide schools, school kids and teachers.
Aged 15 I got shouted at again by the awful math teacher for not getting the sums right ... I still seriously struggle with numbers ... she humiliated me in front of everyone again then after class she got me alone and gave me another mouthful, stabbing at my work with her pen angrily.
At the time I was on a really heavy period and she hot my bum really hard so my mood wasn't the best anyway but in my mind I was planning revenge on the old crone.
I went into school the next day with a hard boiled egg and after she gave me another mouthful in front of everyone and another one-to-one just before leaving time, this was on Friday. I waited until she huffily walked out of the room then I planted the egg in the pocket of the spare coat she always hung on her chair and she always left her coat there but I peeled it first and broke it up because it was rotting and I knew she wouldn't be back until the Monday! It stunk the entire room out and I also used it as payback time for all the bullying pupils who treated me like filth too!
The old bag never did find out it was me ... thankfully!
I was about 14 and getting ready to go to the pictures with a new boyfriend. Didn't know what to wear but then remembered my sister had a lovely new pink jumper. Spilt drink on it but couldn't really wash and dry it as sister would see it, so just hung it back in her wardrobe.
Now that would be telling!!!!! 
My son had a thing when he was small about lamb as a food and as it was in those days fairly cheap (well mutton more than lamb) I would often buy lamb mince to do in pies or curries or hot pots he would always say ‘is this lamb?’ and I’d say no it’s beef and he would happily eat it. This went on through most of his childhood and it was only as an adult that I confessed, he told me it was childhood abuse.🤣 he also use to say custard used to make his bum itch even as an adult although a very healthy man he’s not much into dairy or fruit and veg and doubt he ever eats minced lamb
Me and a friend hated sewing lessons in school. So we would “lose” our sewing boxes regularly.
They were stored in a little room with one of those big metal cupboards which was put in cross cornered against the wall behind the door as it was too big to fit in flat against the wall.
We used to throw our boxes down the gap behind it and then spend ages pretending to look for it and then giggle to ourselves when our teacher said she would look for them herself. Of course she never found them. I often wonder how many boxes were eventually recovered from behind there when the cupboard was moved when the school closed down.
When I was young, my parents insisted I had a fried breakfast, which I hated. Eventually, I had the bright idea of hiding the fried bread under my dressing table whenever they weren’t looking. It was fine until my pet dog smelt it and started going mental in front of the dressing table and my secret was out. I was in SO much trouble!
That was about 65 years ago and I still never have cooked breakfasts, just cereal and/or toast!
I once secretly sipped from a bottle of lemonade in my nans cupboard only to find out it was bleach. She had a habit of decanting things in to random bottles. I poured concentrated sarsaparilla on my fish & chips once that she had in a vinegar bottle.
Lots of thing 😆
We recently went away for two weeks and I left the back door open. We left early in the morning and before we left I emptied the food canister into the food bin outside. Somehow forgot to shut the door when I came back in. I suddenly remembered it while we were away but didn't tell MrA because he would have panicked. I spent over a week wondering if we were being burgled. When we got home I rushed to the back and shut the door before MrA saw it was open. We hadn't been burgled but I double check the doors now before I leave the house.
My daughter had a couple of pet mice. One of them, Rosie, somehow kept escaping. One day I collected all the cast off clothing from my daughter's floor and stuffed it in the washing machine. When the wash cycle finished, out came Rosie, sadly drowned. I never told her.... And never will. Poor Rosie.
I once drank from a bottle of" holy"(Lourdes) water that was kept on my parents'bedroom bureau(as something precious) just to see what would happen to me.
Nothing happened but I never told anyone.
To the baffled I was raised Catholic.
I once stole some pennies from my Mother's purse. Never repeated. Don't know why I did it.
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