What did you never own up to ?

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.

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!