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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

What's the worse mischief that you got up to as a child, or the worse your children have done?

I was a good girl though I remember getting my ankle stuck between the spokes of one of my auntie's dining room tables one day. Apparently her and my mum used a full bottle of washing up liquid to ease it out.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"What's the worse mischief that you got up to as a child, or the worse your children have done?

I was a good girl though I remember getting my ankle stuck between the spokes of one of my auntie's dining room tables one day. Apparently her and my mum used a full bottle of washing up liquid to ease it out."

My youngest swallowed a small set of padlock keys when he was a toddler.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Handcuffed myself to a bannister in M&S, dropped the key on to the escalator where it got lost in the machinery.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Oh I was a bloody devil apparently

Made concrete pies in the garage

My Dad was in the middle of tiling the bathroom on days off/evenings and one day I got the adhesive bucket lid off and starting tiling...up the pedestal of the sink...my dolls house

I cut all the heads off hundreds of daffodils with a pair of scissors

My Mum was very very pleased when I went to school

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I was a very good climber and a useless descender. Had the fire brigade get me down twice from a tree.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

When I was 12 I set fire to my mum's kitchen making toast. I popped toast into the toaster, which I hadn't pulled out away from the curtains. Went to the living room to read my Jackie magazine and got engrossed...I could then smell burning from the kitchen. The curtains were ablaze and so was the wall (they had the tile effect wallpaper up ).

I ran upstairs screaming and my mum and dad (who were still asleep in bed) came down to beat the fire out, I was just about to open the front door and leg it...ever the hero....but they screamed at me not to as the air would have made it worse. They put it out. No Firemen were called.

I was in shock for the rest of the day

My cooking hasn't improved. I've since also set jacket potatoes alight in the microwave and have had to throw them (still aflame) out the window and onto the lawn.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"When I was 12 I set fire to my mum's kitchen making toast. I popped toast into the toaster, which I hadn't pulled out away from the curtains. Went to the living room to read my Jackie magazine and got engrossed...I could then smell burning from the kitchen. The curtains were ablaze and so was the wall (they had the tile effect wallpaper up ).

I ran upstairs screaming and my mum and dad (who were still asleep in bed) came down to beat the fire out, I was just about to open the front door and leg it...ever the hero....but they screamed at me not to as the air would have made it worse. They put it out. No Firemen were called.

I was in shock for the rest of the day

My cooking hasn't improved. I've since also set jacket potatoes alight in the microwave and have had to throw them (still aflame) out the window and onto the lawn.

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Aide de memoir. If ever in Wales near you... invite you OUT to dinner xx

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By *ilacWoman
over a year ago

Cheshire


"What's the worse mischief that you got up to as a child, or the worse your children have done?

I was a good girl though I remember getting my ankle stuck between the spokes of one of my auntie's dining room tables one day. Apparently her and my mum used a full bottle of washing up liquid to ease it out."

Too many to recount.

At 3 years old, I did a poo in the display toilet at B&Q.

Got told not to climb a tree in my party dress aged 6, so climbed the tree. A look out shouted that my mum was on her way so I jumped out the tree, hit a load of branches on the way down and landed on spike railings next to it. Stitches and splinters needed all over the place.

Got told not to play with a saw. So went and played with the saw using my knee to hold a piece of wood in place. Sawed across my knee. More stitches.

Lots more stories about stitches needed.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My sister put my head in our fish tank during a fight.

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By *orwegian BlueMan
over a year ago

Iceland, but Aldi is closer..

I apparently climbed onto the roof of a glass greenhouse when I was about 3...

When older, I was forever trying to build things with electronics, occasionally leading to small fires in my bedroom or deep burns from high voltage electric circuits..

I get reminded of that, and many other things when my kids get up to stuff now..

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I was always a good girl althoughmy sister once knocked me out cold with a copy of the Yellow Pages (before the internet those books were pretty massive)

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My friends and I used to go scrumping for cars at the local car park. Mischievous kids!

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By *artytwoCouple
over a year ago

Wolverhampton

I was sent to the chippie to get a chip dinner for three. On the way back the carrier bag got caught in the front wheel of my bike. I cried the rest of the way home and was still crying when they sent me the half-mile back to get a replacement, on foot this time.

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By *erdita Von TeaseWoman
over a year ago

nottingham

Got myself locked out of the house one weekend when dad was away and I was 'supposed' to be staying at a friends house. Decided to prise bedroom window open with a golf club and succeeded in making the entire window fitting fall out, onto my dads merc and smashing the windscreen as well as said window....oooooops

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

A child (nex door) locked the deadlock on there front door and dropped the keys down the grid. And his parents watched him do it as they shouted at him through the letter box. He was about 6-7.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Set fire to 10 acres of grass 5yrs old..

Set fire to the balcony,playing with the fancy new music playing lighter Mum just brough over from holiday.. My Dad could smell something burning and saw me running from toilet to the balcony with my nightpot full of water.. 3yrs old

What can i say.. men love matches

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Got myself locked out of the house one weekend when dad was away and I was 'supposed' to be staying at a friends house. Decided to prise bedroom window open with a golf club and succeeded in making the entire window fitting fall out, onto my dads merc and smashing the windscreen as well as said window....oooooops "

nice.

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By *edangel_2013Woman
over a year ago

southend

Not so much a child, but in uni halls I decided, after a heavy night out that I wanted a pot noodle.

I put the pot noodle in the microwave with the foil lid still intact and no water, for 2 hours. Then fell asleep.

Fire engines were called, fire men attended. I wasn't very popular!!

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

One of my standard tricks was slipping away whilst shopping, doing block and handing myself in lost somewhere

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

Never liked shopping much

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

Then there was the time I got the garden shears and chopped up the washing line. Still have no idea why I did this but I remember my mum's reaction

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

There was the time I accidentally threw a hammer through the back window

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

The time I cut the cat's whiskers off. That was bad. Poor cat.

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

One of my favourites was the time I pleaded and begged, begged and pleaded to be allowed to sleep in the tent in the garden. My parents eventually relented and when they woke up in the morning both the tent and I had vanished.

I was 7 then.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"What's the worse mischief that you got up to as a child, or the worse your children have done?

I was a good girl though I remember getting my ankle stuck between the spokes of one of my auntie's dining room tables one day. Apparently her and my mum used a full bottle of washing up liquid to ease it out."

I was an orrible little cunt as a kid.

All innocent tho.

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By *eavenNhellCouple
over a year ago

carrbrook stalybridge

shut may sister in a huge wickerbasket from the local woolenmill that was piled up for bonfirenight then sat with my mates on the lid till mum heard her screams from half a mile away .

sprayed water onto the snow on the footpath upto school and smoothed it down i froze solid overnight and made a great 400yardlong slide but was crap for over a thousand pupils to walk on from the bus stop .

sneaked into school and wrote very rude messages in chalk on all the roller blackboards then rolled them out of veiw

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I have a rubbish memory n sadly can't remember much from my early years but I remember my mum giving me a rare lift to school I must of been about 13. My bro was in the back of the car and unbeknownst to me wanted to get in the front. I got out of the car n slammed the door shut on his hand. I was devastated as I worshipped my older brothers. Xxx

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

Oh! This is a good one!

When I was 3 I had a security pillow. My mum had cycled up the hill to a farm to purchase eggs and had gone back down into town when I started squawking that I'd dropped my pillow.

This was clearly a major disaster, so we retraced our steps, back up the hill only to be disappointed that it was nowhere to be found.

My mum was very apologetic but I just smiled and brought the pillow out from under my seat.

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By *ust RachelTV/TS
over a year ago

Horsham

Jumping over a rocking horse, I caught my foot in it and hit my nose on the edge of a concrete slab.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

One Christmas my parents took the door handle off the living room so we couldn't get in to see our surprise presents.

Imagine their surprise when they came down to find me sat there having put a pair of scissors in the hotel as a substitute door handle

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury


"One Christmas my parents took the door handle off the living room so we couldn't get in to see our surprise presents.

Imagine their surprise when they came down to find me sat there having put a pair of scissors in the hotel as a substitute door handle "

Ha!

I asked my nan what I was getting for Xmas one year and she said "Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can. Always found in woman and yet seldom found in man."

This enraged my 8 year old brain but I said nothing and waited until they went to sleep, crept down stairs and, with scissors and sellotape, carefully opened and then resealed all my presents.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Hmmm.... Lets see as a child....

Showing my brother the dangers of playing slingy witha hammer and a laundry line (in demonstration) flung the hammer and watched as it flew in the air and hit him dead centre on the head. no brain damage though (nature done tat already)

As an adult hahaha....

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By *oxy_minxWoman
over a year ago

Scotland - Aberdeen

I got stuck in a cardboard box whilst playing hide and seek

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"One of my favourites was the time I pleaded and begged, begged and pleaded to be allowed to sleep in the tent in the garden. My parents eventually relented and when they woke up in the morning both the tent and I had vanished.

I was 7 then.

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Why am I not surprised that you were a very naughty boy. xxx

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By *erdita Von TeaseWoman
over a year ago

nottingham


"The time I cut the cat's whiskers off. That was bad. Poor cat."

I'm surprised you survived your childhood (and that your cat didn't shit in your slippers as revenge)

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Racing brother to nans house. Him on his bike me on his box scooter . Took a short cut down a steep hill to beat him - halfway down realised the brake didn't work. About to get close to a moan road so lent against a car to slow down. Went past the car and the scooter flipped up and over my head , I fell to the floor and it landed on top of me .

Cracked a front tooth in half

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over a year ago

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By *mmmMaybeCouple
over a year ago

West Wales

My earliest memory is from when I was nine, it's of a female tennis player lofting the ball for a serve & then screaming at the top of her voice..

We had arrived at the caravan park M&D wanted us three out the way so into the playground. Remember those REALLY big slides with the little shed thing on top? Well smart arse here goes down & then goes back up the wrong way, straight over the side when trying to turn at the top..Poor lady had the tumbling child in her eyeline making the serve..

Fractured skull, induced coma & a month in hospital. Some holiday!

Also hurt my arm falling in an adventure playground, hurt a bit, xray direct down no break, holiday three weeks later & my arm is all shades of bruise & getting worse, off to hospital, different angle of xray "Yeah its broke!".

Plenty more including standing at the sink with a penknife using cold water to numb my arm while I dug the gravel out with the knife after coming off my first dirtbike aged twelve.

Snapped my leg in two running into the side of a car doing 50mph. When a chap got me out of the middle of the road by piggy back I was promptly sick down his back after watching my lower leg move forward as far as it should go backwards & I wasn't moving my knee

Those have been the highlights

Adulthood has been far more subdued

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Bmx not box and main road lol

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By *ELLONS AND CREAMWoman
over a year ago

stourbridge area

I thought I was helping my brother by writing my name using T -CUT on his old anglia car ....

He was sooooo angry .

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By *otsoSnowWhiteWoman
over a year ago

My Ice Castle! South Wales

Cut all the pretty hearts out of my favourite party dress when I was 3.

Used a corkscrew to pit a hole through the leg of my mums dining table as thought it needed one.

Ripped a massive hole in my butt cheek jumping over a fence and landing on a post running from a farmer who's hedge we'd set light to. By accident of course. Den fire got out of hand.

Numerous pranks in my Stepdad over the years it's a miracle the poor bloke is still alive let alone speaking to me.

As an adult at work I'meant just as bad for pranks

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By *otsoSnowWhiteWoman
over a year ago

My Ice Castle! South Wales


"I thought I was helping my brother by writing my name using T -CUT on his old anglia car ....

He was sooooo angry . "

Christ that's reminded me of when I wrote over my dad's vans windows "some cunt needs to clean me" and "twat" I was about 9 at the time. When asked if I knew what the words mean, I promptly said "yes, a lady's private parts" that got me one hell of a hiding!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"My earliest memory is from when I was nine, it's of a female tennis player lofting the ball for a serve & then screaming at the top of her voice..

We had arrived at the caravan park M&D wanted us three out the way so into the playground. Remember those REALLY big slides with the little shed thing on top? Well smart arse here goes down & then goes back up the wrong way, straight over the side when trying to turn at the top..Poor lady had the tumbling child in her eyeline making the serve..

Fractured skull, induced coma & a month in hospital. Some holiday!

Also hurt my arm falling in an adventure playground, hurt a bit, xray direct down no break, holiday three weeks later & my arm is all shades of bruise & getting worse, off to hospital, different angle of xray "Yeah its broke!".

Plenty more including standing at the sink with a penknife using cold water to numb my arm while I dug the gravel out with the knife after coming off my first dirtbike aged twelve.

Snapped my leg in two running into the side of a car doing 50mph. When a chap got me out of the middle of the road by piggy back I was promptly sick down his back after watching my lower leg move forward as far as it should go backwards & I wasn't moving my knee

Those have been the highlights

Adulthood has been far more subdued "

I don't do bones xxx

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By *ewels74Woman
over a year ago

Dundee/Angus/Blackpool

Too many to mention but the few I can actually remember lol

When living in a flat as a child,and well having glass doors that be kitchen doors,I was er 10 I think,elbowed it accidently

Singed the tip of my hair it was very long on a cooker ring

Was around 3 when I put my fingers at the back part hinge door of mini car...tad painful if I remember

About 8 doing the same but next door neighbours door...I wasn't thinking at the time,but it was a swing door and very springy

Rode horses all the time,so when brushing one of my faves,Peanuts was his name once nipped my butt another time nipped my shoulder,another horse I used to ride had me when galloping real fast,fall off once and get trodden on...The joys

When doing a weekend away with Giris Brigade,I was on a hill vertical,ended up thinking I was being a smart ass and starting running only to fall head over heels and almost knocking myself out lol

Another one I was 17 and actually had to get stitches in my head due to the fact I used to climb out my bedroom windows or in to the wall of the garden,but had a huge space,so one time I sort of stood on wall legs out to jump over,next moment find myself on the ground,must have knocked myself out on the windows pane..ahem

So yeah accident prone was my middle name I think, lol

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Oh, coming home to this thread reminded me of when I unwrapped all of the presents when I was about two which were under the Christmas tree...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

me and my brother covered the living room in food, eggs and flour mostly. we emptied all the cupboards first so we could play in them.

one time i grabbed the fire when i was a toddler and burnt my hand, i don't even have a scar somehow.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"One Christmas my parents took the door handle off the living room so we couldn't get in to see our surprise presents.

Imagine their surprise when they came down to find me sat there having put a pair of scissors in the hotel as a substitute door handle

Ha!

I asked my nan what I was getting for Xmas one year and she said "Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can. Always found in woman and yet seldom found in man."

This enraged my 8 year old brain but I said nothing and waited until they went to sleep, crept down stairs and, with scissors and sellotape, carefully opened and then resealed all my presents.

"

That's the way to do it! Who do they think Christmas is for?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I was a goody two shoes, never even got a detention at school. The "perfect" child.

My son and his cousins accidentally set fire to the grass in the park, letting off fireworks.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"me and my brother covered the living room in food, eggs and flour mostly. we emptied all the cupboards first so we could play in them.

one time i grabbed the fire when i was a toddler and burnt my hand, i don't even have a scar somehow."

My nieces and nephew did the cereal and milk all over my kitchen floor. They lived next door and let themselves in. They were 3 and 2 at the time and had climbed through the fence between our back gardens.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I can remember breaking my jaw and knocking a tooth out when our tree house we built decided it didn't want to live in a tree anymore. aged about 12

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By *ikeC81Man
over a year ago

harrow

I was a bit accident prone

1) got toilet training seat stuck on head couldn't get it off needed copulous amours of washing liquid

2) set fire to cooker thanks to a chip pan overheating as I was busy doing something

3) fell through bay window smashed it all

4) ran in to 5 a side crossbar knocked myself out

5) skateboarded down a slide knocked myself out

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By *uxom redCouple
over a year ago

Shrewsbury

I fell down an escalator and got my hair caught.. My hair was cut to get me out of it.

I was trapped in a lift for around two hours... I got told off by my dad for walking off when I finally got out.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My second child went in my handbag just after she had learned to walk, got out my very expensive new red lipstick and my (also new) passport and coloured the passport in, she also coloured the wooden flooring, her hands and face and then smeared what looked like blood soaked handprints down the full length window of the front room....I'd only left her to go to the loo! Came back to what looked like a gruesome murder scene!

I have to explain this story at every passport control I've been through since as my passport is still red

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I stuck a dried bean in my ear, which the gp and 2 a&e departments couldn't get out. I had to have a GA the next day for it to be extracted. It had started germinating too. No, I wasn't a toddler, I was 8

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I stuck a dried bean in my ear, which the gp and 2 a&e departments couldn't get out. I had to have a GA the next day for it to be extracted. It had started germinating too. No, I wasn't a toddler, I was 8 "

My son was about 7 when he got a bead stuck up his nose.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Remember the action man lunch boxes for school as a kid?? They open and shut on hinges. I can't remember, but my says I was sat their in the buff opening and shutting the lunch box. And I trapped my willy in it ffs!! Haha

They had to take me the hospital because it wouldn't stop bleeding :D

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By *inaTitzTV/TS
over a year ago

Titz Towers, North Notts

I used to be brilliant at that game where you knock on doors and run off before they get chance to answer. Yodel have twice tried to head hunt me from my current job as I apparently have the ideal skill set to work for them.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I was also run over at 18, car then came to a stop on my foot/leg. An AA man organised people to lift it off me.

Have broken an ankle tripping over a loose carpet thread (I was d*unk)

Broken a collar bone after falling down icy steps.

Broken my arm after standing on a garden rake, which hit me in the face, I staggered to the side a bit then fell down on the door sill. My Grampy's brother in law found this highly amusing and practically laughed in my face as I sat bawling my eyes out!!

Have fallen down the stairs twice.

On a date with my first long term fella we were walking along and I tripped over a paving stone and landed in a heap on the floor. He looked embarrassed on my behalf.

I blame my overly large feet.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I remember when I was young my parents used to lock me and my sister in the bedroom while they went out, this particular night was bonfire night and I remember we were looking out the window at all the fireworks and decided we was going to have our own bonfire, we was only about 7 and 8, so we climbed out the bedroom window and set fire to the hedge, the next door neighbours called the fire brigade out, then the police turned up and everything

You know to this day I can't remember how we obtained the matches

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I got hit by a car on my way home from seeing friends. T'was a busy road and I had no lights, so was pushing my Raliegh Grifter across the road. I double fractured my skull, was only 12. I'm 50 now but still have scars.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

When I was four I found a tin of gloss paint and painted mam and dads brand new sofa, carpet loads of furniture and my little brother. Fractured same brothers skull with a fishing weight, knocked 6 of his front teeth out while swinging a metal bar around ,all accidently. Took the handbrake of dad's car making it roll down a bank and hit 2 cars. Just a tiny fraction of the mischief we used to get up to. Was a little shit thinking back.

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By *ikeC81Man
over a year ago

harrow


"I was a bit accident prone

1) got toilet training seat stuck on head couldn't get it off needed copulous amours of washing liquid

2) set fire to cooker thanks to a chip pan overheating as I was busy doing something

3) fell through bay window smashed it all

4) ran in to 5 a side crossbar knocked myself out

5) skateboarded down a slide knocked myself out "

Smashed my brace at school due some bint letting a rounders bat leave her hand and hit me in the face blood everywhere brace on floor as it had taken of metal conector of tooth

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I set fire to my next door neighbours conifers because they blocked my view of the neighbours behind us window!.

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By *rcticFoxxxWoman
over a year ago

Hereabouts

I fell on the stairs with a bottle lid in my mouth and it got lodged in my throat.

Cut the back of my heel on the underneath of a ladder in the pool when we were in France. Big scar still now 17 years later.

That's all I can think of

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Set light to the big bins round the back of the shops by us.

Used to sneak out at night pretty regularly and go have the run of the city as we saw it back then..we god dragged home by the cops once and i ended up waking my big sister and she covered as my guardian, the cops in the living room with my parents asleep in the room above. Parents still don't know

Used to steal books to order from waterstones in school. That was lucrative, waterstones still don't know

Used to fist fight with my sister..that got out of hand. Weapons were used. Darts to the arms and a three pin plug to her eye..

We used to have stashes of booze at secondary school around the grounds, the school still doesn't know

My friends and i would sneak into building sites at night and explore, climbing the scaff and exploring rooms etc and i occasionally stole tools and hardware and give them to my dad as 'found', the builders still don't know

Loads of other similar stuff too and some worse.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I set fire to my next door neighbours conifers because they blocked my view of the neighbours behind us window!. "

My brother set light to the church because he was sick of being made to go.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I set fire to my next door neighbours conifers because they blocked my view of the neighbours behind us window!.

My brother set light to the church because he was sick of being made to go."

Please tell me that's a joke

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I set fire to my next door neighbours conifers because they blocked my view of the neighbours behind us window!.

My brother set light to the church because he was sick of being made to go.

Please tell me that's a joke "

Not a joke

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I set fire to my next door neighbours conifers because they blocked my view of the neighbours behind us window!.

My brother set light to the church because he was sick of being made to go.

Please tell me that's a joke "
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I don't know his brother so I couldn't say but mine is straight up.

I'm not proud but then there was this gorgeous 14 year old girl that did yoga....

Oh I was only 13 ....I feel I should point that out lol

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By *inky-MinxWoman
over a year ago

Grantham

I, siblings and some visiting friends spent the day dismantling the neighbours shed.

My brother trod on a nail so we had to go back to see the grownups. They asked where the nail was from so we told them. They freaked for some reason.

In our defence the people who had the house didn't stay their very often.

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By *obwithkiltMan
over a year ago

Belton

My eldest and her two mates when small decided it would be good to put wooden blocks in the fish tank....I only had to ask 'what have you done to my fish?' for them to cry...when I started to empty tank I noticed a light in a place where there shouldn't be any. ..they had dropped the phone in the tank and used blocks to cover it up!! Still don't know how they did it as gap between top of tank and shelf on top was smaller than phone!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Ahh the good old days! I'm surprised I survived childhood tbh!

when I wasn't climbing about like a wee monkey or Eval Kinevaling off homemade ramps on my bmx most of mine n my pals time was spent trying to seriously maim each other!

Shooting at each other with homemade bows n arrows...then progressed to using air pistols n rifles,with our health n safety consisting of wearing puffer jackets to dull the impact of the pellets!

Running riot on unsecured building sites which was awesome as there were boxes n boxes of nails for us to fling at each other

Health n safety during these 'nailfights' consisted of wearing a leather jacket n making sure you quickly turned your back on any incoming handfuls of nails!

And of course the favourite pastime of a good old stone fight which was basically chucking stones at each other as hard as we could...got the back of my head split open onetime...another time I chucked a stone at my mate n smashed his glasses clean off his face!

Ahh it's all coming back to me now...homemade petrol bombs n flame throwers,good times!

Boys will be boys eh

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Ahh the good old days! I'm surprised I survived childhood tbh!

when I wasn't climbing about like a wee monkey or Eval Kinevaling off homemade ramps on my bmx most of mine n my pals time was spent trying to seriously maim each other!

Shooting at each other with homemade bows n arrows...then progressed to using air pistols n rifles,with our health n safety consisting of wearing puffer jackets to dull the impact of the pellets!

Running riot on unsecured building sites which was awesome as there were boxes n boxes of nails for us to fling at each other

Health n safety during these 'nailfights' consisted of wearing a leather jacket n making sure you quickly turned your back on any incoming handfuls of nails!

And of course the favourite pastime of a good old stone fight which was basically chucking stones at each other as hard as we could...got the back of my head split open onetime...another time I chucked a stone at my mate n smashed his glasses clean off his face!

Ahh it's all coming back to me now...homemade petrol bombs n flame throwers,good times!

Boys will be boys eh "
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I used to make petrol bombs using the old metal gallon oil tin... Small bit of petrol, secure lid with some heavy taping and then throw on fire which we'd started with the old homemade flame thrower of hair spray and lighters...I once put out a very big fire with those petrol bombs, fucking thing must have gone a 100 feet in the air and was so loud it deafened the five of us for two days

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Ahh the good old days! I'm surprised I survived childhood tbh!

when I wasn't climbing about like a wee monkey or Eval Kinevaling off homemade ramps on my bmx most of mine n my pals time was spent trying to seriously maim each other!

Shooting at each other with homemade bows n arrows...then progressed to using air pistols n rifles,with our health n safety consisting of wearing puffer jackets to dull the impact of the pellets!

Running riot on unsecured building sites which was awesome as there were boxes n boxes of nails for us to fling at each other

Health n safety during these 'nailfights' consisted of wearing a leather jacket n making sure you quickly turned your back on any incoming handfuls of nails!

And of course the favourite pastime of a good old stone fight which was basically chucking stones at each other as hard as we could...got the back of my head split open onetime...another time I chucked a stone at my mate n smashed his glasses clean off his face!

Ahh it's all coming back to me now...homemade petrol bombs n flame throwers,good times!

Boys will be boys eh .

.

I used to make petrol bombs using the old metal gallon oil tin... Small bit of petrol, secure lid with some heavy taping and then throw on fire which we'd started with the old homemade flame thrower of hair spray and lighters...I once put out a very big fire with those petrol bombs, fucking thing must have gone a 100 feet in the air and was so loud it deafened the five of us for two days"

Good stuff mate,sounds a bit more advanced than our milk bottle with a rag stuffed in the top efforts!

I was still getting up to nonsense into my mid 30's

My best stone/nailfight buddy n his ex wife used to stay in a very remote farmhouse with the closest neighbors being 3-4 miles away,so was ideal for getting up to mischief away from prying eyes!

We'd get pretty messed up n have huge bonfires,into which we'd chuck old aerosol cans to watch them explode.

Onetime he had an old battered piano to burn n there's pics somewhere of one of his ex wifes pals sitting playing the piano while it was burning away!

Another time he had a complete wooden staircase that we chucked on the bonfire then we both proceeded to take turns running over the stairs before it was completely engulfed in flames!

We saw in the new year once shooting flaming arrows into the night sky n letting off a few rounds of his (legal) shotgun.

Which we also used to see if we could blow up one of those big calour gas bottles by shooting at it from behind a wall...we couldn't!

Had some amazing times there n have loads of great memories of that place

I really miss the place n was pretty gutted when they had to move as the forestry commission bought the farmhouse n land off the farmer.

Ach well,I always smile when I remember the jolly japes we got up to!

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By *trawberry-popWoman
over a year ago

South East Midlands NOT

I skipped through a glass door...the scar on my knee proves it!

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury


"Ahh the good old days! I'm surprised I survived childhood tbh!

when I wasn't climbing about like a wee monkey or Eval Kinevaling off homemade ramps on my bmx most of mine n my pals time was spent trying to seriously maim each other!

Shooting at each other with homemade bows n arrows...then progressed to using air pistols n rifles,with our health n safety consisting of wearing puffer jackets to dull the impact of the pellets!

Running riot on unsecured building sites which was awesome as there were boxes n boxes of nails for us to fling at each other

Health n safety during these 'nailfights' consisted of wearing a leather jacket n making sure you quickly turned your back on any incoming handfuls of nails!

And of course the favourite pastime of a good old stone fight which was basically chucking stones at each other as hard as we could...got the back of my head split open onetime...another time I chucked a stone at my mate n smashed his glasses clean off his face!

Ahh it's all coming back to me now...homemade petrol bombs n flame throwers,good times!

Boys will be boys eh "

I had a friend who would now be classes as having a personality disorder. If you think my behaviour difficult or challenging, I was an angel in comparison.

I distinctly remember when his parents relented and bought him a bow and arrow. Proper one so he could take up archery.

Had this thing out in the back garden, loaded an arrow for the first time, pulled the string back... turned around towards the house and let fly... at his mother washing up in the kitchen.

The arrow glanced off her head, leaving a small mark on her forehead and a perfect round hole in the window.

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By *inky-MinxWoman
over a year ago

Grantham


"I skipped through a glass door...the scar on my knee proves it!"

I have a scar on my leg from having a push-fight with a friend at her house.

One of us was pushing to open the door the other to close it. It was glass.

It shattered. She told her parents the dog jumped through it

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Ahh the good old days! I'm surprised I survived childhood tbh!

when I wasn't climbing about like a wee monkey or Eval Kinevaling off homemade ramps on my bmx most of mine n my pals time was spent trying to seriously maim each other!

Shooting at each other with homemade bows n arrows...then progressed to using air pistols n rifles,with our health n safety consisting of wearing puffer jackets to dull the impact of the pellets!

Running riot on unsecured building sites which was awesome as there were boxes n boxes of nails for us to fling at each other

Health n safety during these 'nailfights' consisted of wearing a leather jacket n making sure you quickly turned your back on any incoming handfuls of nails!

And of course the favourite pastime of a good old stone fight which was basically chucking stones at each other as hard as we could...got the back of my head split open onetime...another time I chucked a stone at my mate n smashed his glasses clean off his face!

Ahh it's all coming back to me now...homemade petrol bombs n flame throwers,good times!

Boys will be boys eh

I had a friend who would now be classes as having a personality disorder. If you think my behaviour difficult or challenging, I was an angel in comparison.

I distinctly remember when his parents relented and bought him a bow and arrow. Proper one so he could take up archery.

Had this thing out in the back garden, loaded an arrow for the first time, pulled the string back... turned around towards the house and let fly... at his mother washing up in the kitchen.

The arrow glanced off her head, leaving a small mark on her forehead and a perfect round hole in the window.

"

Woah! Sounds like a scene from that film...we need to talk about Kevin.

Also sounds like he needed a good belting! His poor mum ffs!

I'm interested to know...was he punished in anyway for being a wee bastard,or was he one of those spoiled bastards whose parents let him run riot with little to no consequences?

Me n my mates agreed to be shot at n knew what was coming at least

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By *inky-MinxWoman
over a year ago

Grantham

We used to play on building sites when we lived in a new house and more were being built.

We'd play in the shells of houses and get excited when the stairs went in because we could climb up then.

One particular house was a challenge. We went there one day and the front door had been boarded over. We thought it was odd and un-boarded it. The builders arrived and we all ran out through he back door.

Next day the door was boarded again and the back door was board from the inside. We took all the boards off and ran out the back door when the builders turned up.

Then we went back and there was a big German shepherd chained to the house. We made friends with him, let ourselves in and ran out the back door.

It never occurred to us that we were being little shits. Oh and we took nails and screws and stuff like that home

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury


"I had a friend who would now be classes as having a personality disorder. If you think my behaviour difficult or challenging, I was an angel in comparison.

I distinctly remember when his parents relented and bought him a bow and arrow. Proper one so he could take up archery.

Had this thing out in the back garden, loaded an arrow for the first time, pulled the string back... turned around towards the house and let fly... at his mother washing up in the kitchen.

The arrow glanced off her head, leaving a small mark on her forehead and a perfect round hole in the window.

Woah! Sounds like a scene from that film...we need to talk about Kevin.

Also sounds like he needed a good belting! His poor mum ffs!

I'm interested to know...was he punished in anyway for being a wee bastard,or was he one of those spoiled bastards whose parents let him run riot with little to no consequences?

Me n my mates agreed to be shot at n knew what was coming at least "

Yeah, he had a much older father and a doting mother. He was a total shit.

The had two pets - an elderly Siamese cat called Cromarty, the the boy was called Ross. They had a boxer dog too, called Mutley. the joke was that if they'd had the dog first, Ross would have been called Dastardly.

I remember the day he fed a pound of butter to the dog and locked it in the house. I shat and voimted all over the place. Yellow.

Or the time he wiped his toys in dog shit from the garden and left them for his mum to clean.

Or the time I went round to find he'd had a meltdown and had pushed his cabin bed against the bedroom door so no-one could get in.

Or the time he was sat throwing chunks of mud over the fence into the paddling pool of the neighbour's kids while the neighbour (who had brittle bones and was laid up in the garden with two legs in plaster) shouted helplessly over the partition...

I could go on.

The last I heard of his was that he was arrested for selling drugs to school kids.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"We used to play on building sites when we lived in a new house and more were being built.

We'd play in the shells of houses and get excited when the stairs went in because we could climb up then.

One particular house was a challenge. We went there one day and the front door had been boarded over. We thought it was odd and un-boarded it. The builders arrived and we all ran out through he back door.

Next day the door was boarded again and the back door was board from the inside. We took all the boards off and ran out the back door when the builders turned up.

Then we went back and there was a big German shepherd chained to the house. We made friends with him, let ourselves in and ran out the back door.

It never occurred to us that we were being little shits. Oh and we took nails and screws and stuff like that home "

Good stuff

We could've been pals if we'd grown up together but I'd have gotten you into a lot more mischief than that!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Me and a mate was sitting in the cemetery under the church arch way, and it has two barred gates in front of the doors. Well when I was really young I used to be able to slide through these bars, but soon found out years on I got a bit to big to do this still when I tried to reach through the bars to reach my lighter that my mate threw through them and my head got stuck. I just couldn't get my ears back lol so my mate had to run off and get help and in the end the fire brigade had to be called and cut the bars and set me free lol man that was embarrassing. Half 8 on a Sunday morning

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By *inky-MinxWoman
over a year ago

Grantham


"We used to play on building sites when we lived in a new house and more were being built.

We'd play in the shells of houses and get excited when the stairs went in because we could climb up then.

One particular house was a challenge. We went there one day and the front door had been boarded over. We thought it was odd and un-boarded it. The builders arrived and we all ran out through he back door.

Next day the door was boarded again and the back door was board from the inside. We took all the boards off and ran out the back door when the builders turned up.

Then we went back and there was a big German shepherd chained to the house. We made friends with him, let ourselves in and ran out the back door.

It never occurred to us that we were being little shits. Oh and we took nails and screws and stuff like that home

Good stuff

We could've been pals if we'd grown up together but I'd have gotten you into a lot more mischief than that! "

We only set fire to something once.

Mind you it was two tyres and some petrol

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By *inky-MinxWoman
over a year ago

Grantham

I've not commented on many posts but some of these have had me laughing out loud.

Not your mate though Joe

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"We used to play on building sites when we lived in a new house and more were being built.

We'd play in the shells of houses and get excited when the stairs went in because we could climb up then.

One particular house was a challenge. We went there one day and the front door had been boarded over. We thought it was odd and un-boarded it. The builders arrived and we all ran out through he back door.

Next day the door was boarded again and the back door was board from the inside. We took all the boards off and ran out the back door when the builders turned up.

Then we went back and there was a big German shepherd chained to the house. We made friends with him, let ourselves in and ran out the back door.

It never occurred to us that we were being little shits. Oh and we took nails and screws and stuff like that home

Good stuff

We could've been pals if we'd grown up together but I'd have gotten you into a lot more mischief than that!

We only set fire to something once.

Mind you it was two tyres and some petrol "

Haha aye,petrol is good for fires!

I actually woke up in bed once n quickly realised I was on fire!

I very foolishly used to read in bed by candlelight,with the candle on my bedside table

I can remember waking up lying on my stomach n feeling a very warm sensation on my back!

Turned my head round n saw the flames licking up the duvet....

Shot out of the bed like a bat out of hell n smothered the flames by folding the duvet over itself,I then had to chuck it out the window as even though I'd stopped the fire it was still smouldering n smoking away!

So aye,I'm lucky to be alive!

N no more reading in bed by candlelight...ever!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I've had a few accidents in my time and lucky to be alive, my mum said when I was 3 years old I put a stick down a wasps nest and was covered in wasps head to toe which almost killed me, I've also jumped over and slipped on a spike fence around a school which ripped my leg open and I caught myself just before it went through my neck, but I'd say the worst is when I cut through a cable which was supposed to be dead but was still alive and it blew my face off literally but luckily I only go flash burns from it but lost all my eye site in one eye, man that was horrible. It burnt me everywhere my tongue was black for about a month where I had screamed. I shouldn't be here from that. I was a very lucky man.

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By *piritsonfabCouple
over a year ago

Nottingham

Oh. My. God.

Funny tales but awful too.

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By *illwill69uMan
over a year ago

moston

I was a good little boy and never got up to mischief.

Now if you were to ask about what I did as a student or after I left the forces in late 82 that would be a different story...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Not really when i was young but when i was 19 i dived in the sea when i was d*unk and broke my neck. I now have 2 metal plates and 16 screws in my neck. Ruined my boxing career and had to leave marines during training. Im fit and healthy now

As for child hood i dislocated my elbow and it was just hanging down and floppy. Had 3 pind in there. When taking the pins out was probably the worst pain ive experienced... apart from standing on lego of course

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Two incidents spring to mind. The first was lighting a rocket and sending up the chimney... The living room got covered in soot ! The other was me and a mate handcuffing my younger brother to a lamppost oppiste the village hall during girl guides evening , then pulling his trousers and underwear down with a note above him saying. Sausage supper.

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I also burnt down my neighbours fence while having a sly ciggie.

Oh and the time myself and a mate got d*unk on cherry wine and sneaked into the church at midnight to try our hand at bell ringing !

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

No accidents as a child - I was far too wily and usually to be found helping my peers out of scrapes

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

hve to think hard and long about myself - my kids were both pretty good but one thing my son and his friend did when they were toddlers was to play hairdressers and gel up each others hair - bed - wall - carpet ---- with a huge tub of vaseline - took forever to get it off everywhere

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I had a friend who would now be classes as having a personality disorder. If you think my behaviour difficult or challenging, I was an angel in comparison.

I distinctly remember when his parents relented and bought him a bow and arrow. Proper one so he could take up archery.

Had this thing out in the back garden, loaded an arrow for the first time, pulled the string back... turned around towards the house and let fly... at his mother washing up in the kitchen.

The arrow glanced off her head, leaving a small mark on her forehead and a perfect round hole in the window.

Woah! Sounds like a scene from that film...we need to talk about Kevin.

Also sounds like he needed a good belting! His poor mum ffs!

I'm interested to know...was he punished in anyway for being a wee bastard,or was he one of those spoiled bastards whose parents let him run riot with little to no consequences?

Me n my mates agreed to be shot at n knew what was coming at least

Yeah, he had a much older father and a doting mother. He was a total shit.

The had two pets - an elderly Siamese cat called Cromarty, the the boy was called Ross. They had a boxer dog too, called Mutley. the joke was that if they'd had the dog first, Ross would have been called Dastardly.

I remember the day he fed a pound of butter to the dog and locked it in the house. I shat and voimted all over the place. Yellow.

Or the time he wiped his toys in dog shit from the garden and left them for his mum to clean.

Or the time I went round to find he'd had a meltdown and had pushed his cabin bed against the bedroom door so no-one could get in.

Or the time he was sat throwing chunks of mud over the fence into the paddling pool of the neighbour's kids while the neighbour (who had brittle bones and was laid up in the garden with two legs in plaster) shouted helplessly over the partition...

I could go on.

The last I heard of his was that he was arrested for selling drugs to school kids.

"

Sounds pretty extreme!

Also sounds familiar,I reckon most of us knew/knew of that one kid that treated their parents like shit n were spoiled rotten while receiving little to no discipline.

Selling drugs to bairns eh!

Well if he ends up getting a stretch n carrying on like that I bet his fellow cons will be itching to show him some much needed 'tough love'!

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By *trawberry-popWoman
over a year ago

South East Midlands NOT


"I skipped through a glass door...the scar on my knee proves it!

I have a scar on my leg from having a push-fight with a friend at her house.

One of us was pushing to open the door the other to close it. It was glass.

It shattered. She told her parents the dog jumped through it "

Ooof.

I wa at my aunts house, I went inside to use the loo, it was dark in the house, I didn't want to look a scaredy cat running so I skipped out as it was faster than walking....and shattered the clear sheet with my knee. whole knee actually is a scar.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"I had a friend who would now be classes as having a personality disorder. If you think my behaviour difficult or challenging, I was an angel in comparison.

I distinctly remember when his parents relented and bought him a bow and arrow. Proper one so he could take up archery.

Had this thing out in the back garden, loaded an arrow for the first time, pulled the string back... turned around towards the house and let fly... at his mother washing up in the kitchen.

The arrow glanced off her head, leaving a small mark on her forehead and a perfect round hole in the window.

Woah! Sounds like a scene from that film...we need to talk about Kevin.

Also sounds like he needed a good belting! His poor mum ffs!

I'm interested to know...was he punished in anyway for being a wee bastard,or was he one of those spoiled bastards whose parents let him run riot with little to no consequences?

Me n my mates agreed to be shot at n knew what was coming at least

Yeah, he had a much older father and a doting mother. He was a total shit.

The had two pets - an elderly Siamese cat called Cromarty, the the boy was called Ross. They had a boxer dog too, called Mutley. the joke was that if they'd had the dog first, Ross would have been called Dastardly.

I remember the day he fed a pound of butter to the dog and locked it in the house. I shat and voimted all over the place. Yellow.

Or the time he wiped his toys in dog shit from the garden and left them for his mum to clean.

Or the time I went round to find he'd had a meltdown and had pushed his cabin bed against the bedroom door so no-one could get in.

Or the time he was sat throwing chunks of mud over the fence into the paddling pool of the neighbour's kids while the neighbour (who had brittle bones and was laid up in the garden with two legs in plaster) shouted helplessly over the partition...

I could go on.

The last I heard of his was that he was arrested for selling drugs to school kids.

Sounds pretty extreme!

Also sounds familiar,I reckon most of us knew/knew of that one kid that treated their parents like shit n were spoiled rotten while receiving little to no discipline.

Selling drugs to bairns eh!

Well if he ends up getting a stretch n carrying on like that I bet his fellow cons will be itching to show him some much needed 'tough love'!"
.

After reading that.... I'd just like to point out I had no malice in me.

I was just mischievous and naughty, never did drugs, sold drugs or stole anything.

My parents had a bizarre attitude to beating me for serious stuff!!.

Riding motorbikes, blowing things up, owning machetes to chop trees down and make dens, making spears, bow and arrows, swinging from high places on thin ropes and setting fire to conifers to get a better look at the girl next door getting changed was just high jink stuff that boys did

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Doing stunts on my bmx I came off got my hand caught in the chain and cog cut the top of my finger off I had to pedal backwards to get the rest of my hand out they did manage to stitch my finger back on.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

If my mother was to post, she'd probably fill the thread. Hard to believe considering how well I turned out, but seemingly I was the omen, as a child. Or so I'm told these days, I just remember being inquisitive. Top of the list of my memories though, were taking a block out of the middle of the back garden wall. Too this day I'm still impressed with my levels of dedication and endevour on that one. After that letting the handbrake off the car, in the supermarket car park, because my sister was annoying me. My dad walked out to see the car rolling backwards towards the street. Needless to say that didn't end well for me, but the car was fine.

I'm also the only person I know who managed to get expelled from school in Junior infants. Not sure what the British equivalent is, but that's the first year in primary school. That's probably my proudest achievement to date lol

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