How naughty were you as a child?

I was the one over the road your mum warned you not to play with

Apparently I was an extremely naughty child (according to Mother) but I cant remember anything I did that was so bad except what she called 'back-chatting' her. I fear its become a life long habit I always seem to have something to say.

well you did ask and theres plenty more where that came from

Re yoghurtgate ... I was always such a goody-two-shoes, they never even suspected me! As a teacher, I have tried not to make assumptions on those occasions when some thing goes missing ... (but it wasn't me gov!)

I was forever being told I was a horrible child,I was forever sitting on the kerb rolling in/playing with dirt,consequently I was always filthy.
My partner in crime was my best friend S together we would roam grimy streets and bombsites getting up to allsorts and being where we shouldnt,we played cricket where we shouldnt have and half brick we where using as a ball sailed through her neighbours front window and smashed the telly....what did we do ..run like the clappers...we never got caught,in a small garage area someone had parked a delapidated caravan,which then became our den,but we felt it needed a few finishing touches...so we decorated it using some bright red paint we had found,funnily we didnt like the decor and moved on to another den down a back alley where found rhubarb ,runner beans, and apples, a little poke of sugar secreted out of the door provided us with a picnic lunch...and the syrup of figs stayed in the cupboard for the duration.....I gave my 2year old brother a pot of creosote to play with, and tied him to the linen post down the end of the garden by means of forcing his legs down the sleeves of his coat and buttoning it up at the back round the post ......me I was a good child although not my mums favourite....I didnt pinch anything though in my favour.

Aged about 12 I arrived at my desk in English class and found the previous occupant had left a rather nice fountain pen behind which ended up in my pencil case at the end of the lesson.
The next time we had English the teacher who was actually one of my favourites, made some very pointed remarks about finders not being keepers whilst looking straight at me

i remember being told that I drank the last tiny drop of orange juice that Mum had been saving for my baby brother. The bottled sort that used to be given out with cod liver oil. Another time when staying with friends at Christmas, I pinched a strawberry from a setting fruit jelly that was in their larder, not realising a telltale hole would be left. Then when I was at senior school one day we were let home early for some reason. Mum was pegging out washing , and I told her I had been expelled. Her face went quite white, and I have no rhyme or reason as to why I said it, but just felt terrible for hurting her so. I still feel the guilt today.