What did you never own up to ?

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!

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.

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

Now that would be telling!!!!!

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.

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!

Sorry, I meant she HIT my bum really hard, not HOT!

i've carried many deep in my being never to be revealed!

I have too many to mention, all of which will go to the grave with me. A secret shared is a secret no more.

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’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.

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.

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 😊

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

LadyGaGa

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.

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!

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

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.

NotAGran55 oh the same

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!

Many many things, some trivial, some not so, I’ll take them to my grave, thank you

I am not owning up. I still think about it and it makes me shudder.

When I was in my 30s and working in a restaurant. Behind the staff counter was an under-counter cupboard with keys hanging on the inside of the door. One of the keys was for the cupboard that had all the spare stock, like mugs, napkins, etc.

The key was quite small and very slim. I had to go to the stockroom for something, and as I was really busy dealing with customers and doing a load of other stuff, I quickly shoved the key in my shirt pocket with the intention of putting it back on the cupboard hook within a couple of minutes.

I completely forgot about the key!

Went home, shoved my white shirt, white t-shirt, and black trousers in the washing machine. Back to work the next day, and the staff were panicking because they couldn't find the ONLY stock cupboard key!. That's when I remembered it was in my shirt pocket, being washed!

There's no way I'd confess, as our boss was an evil witch and nobody liked her; she was controlling and awful, walked around with her nose in the air, barking orders. Even though I genuinely forgot about the key, she'd have sacked me on the spot and would have had me hanged.

The second I got home, I grabbed the key and put it in my purse, then, very sneakily, quickly put it back on the hook as soon as I arrived at work .... and I was the only one there at the time, so there were no witnesses!

Nothing I can recall because I’ve always been painfully truthful. I’m sure the teachers thought it was me, often, because whenever a misdemeanour was raised in assemblies, I would feel guilty and blush vividly, when I’d done nothing wrong!
I still find it incredibly difficult to fib about anything. Wish I could!

Deedaa I feel the same. Not my offence so not admited to the adult children. If it were my offence I would probably have admitted it to everyone a long time ago.