What did you never own up to ?

shysal

When I was very young I removed a hazelnut from a display in Marks and Spencer around Christmas time. I never ate it and have felt guilty all the way through my life!

That’s very sweet.

when I was about 10 in the mid 1960’s I had piano lessons which were about 4 bus stops away so mum gave me the few pennies it cost for a return ticket every week. I always walked both ways and bought penny sweets with the bus fare. We were not allowed sweets. My mother never seemed to notice it took me longer to get there and back than if I’d gone on the bus.

When I was very young I removed a hazelnut from a display in Marks and Spencer around Christmas time. I never ate it and have felt guilty all the way through my life!

My parents were Catholics and the whole family is although I am lapsed.
Late mother kept a bottle of Holy Water from Lourdes on her dressing table ( my understanding is that it was kept to be " sprinkled" on things or people in appropriate circumstances) .
Just to see what would happen I drank a mouthful and in order to hide what I'd done I topped it up with ordinary tap water.
What happened to me ? Nothing happened to me.Nor did I get the parental drubbing that I undoubtedly deserved because I never admitted it to anyone.
Now I have .........

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.

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!

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!

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

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!

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.

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.