How naughty were you as a child?

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.

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 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.

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!)

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

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.

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

Evidently downtoearth

I was such a cowardy custard I never did anything naughty at all. I was a very dull child and actually am probably a very dull adult. Doing the right thing is built into my being.
Now my son.....

I pulled a face at the unpopular school secretary as I passed the window of her office. She reported me to the Rector who summoned me to his study and I fully expected to receive the full might of his notorious 'strap'. However, I pleaded my innocence and, looking straight at him, said,'But sir, I was smiling at her.' Goodness knows why, but he chose to believe me! My sisters say I was a naughty child, but apart from that and perhaps a few minor offences, I can't remember that far back.

As my father had a hotel, during the Christmas holidays and at Easter we used to hire the house next to the hotel so that guests could use our rooms; a weird idea nowadays.
My mother was not one for bringing up young kids, so during Christmas day and Easter day she would help in the hotel, leaving my brother and myself alone in the rented house, again something that one would not be allowed to do nowadays.
One night, while she was helping in the hotel, I said to my brother that I would do a dare. I would get out of the window in my nighty and go out to the cliff, at that time I would have been between 6-8 yrs of age.
My mother did find out so I was given the penalty!

We used to get up to all sorts of mischief. Another one was lying on the flat roof of the dining room, where my brother had binoculers and I had a caterpalt. He would tell me where to send small stones in the hotel garden, near to where the poor old World War 1 pensioners were sitting in their deck chairs.
It was the thrill of watching their expressions when they heard the noise of the stone drop near them, naturally never at them.

I was sat in morning assembly at Junior school and, when the time came to sing the daily hymn, decided to have a very quick chat to my friend. Suddenly, from the school stage, came the very loud voice of one of our Welsh male teachers. I looked up and he was pointing straight at me (or so I thought) 'You, girl, come to my room at break' he commanded. I felt the whole school was looking at me. By morning break I was on the verge of tears at the thought of having to go to his classroom. I stood outside for a minute or two summoning up the courage to knock on the door. When I did I was told to 'come in'. He looked a bit surprised to see me and asked what I was doing there. I confessed all - I am sure I saw him do a quick smile but then his teaching face was back. He pointed to another girl who was sat writing lines. 'That is the girl I was talking to' he said, 'But, as you were also chatting you can sit there with her and do a page of lines of 'I must not talk during assembly' as well' I always made sure I behaved myself during assembly after that!

Most of the 'mischief' that I got up to was just part and parcel of playing out - from the ages of 6 to 10 (late sixties), I lived on a building site, and it was our playground. Once the builders went home, we would set up den in the piles of triangular roof supports and have mock battles with cement balls, made from the still-soft cement that was left each day. We played in the half-built houses, and one day a newly-built internal wall in one of them collapsed while we were climbing on it. Obviously, we never told our parents what had happened.

I had a real fear of being in trouble. Trying to avoid it led me to do a few things that I shouldn't: At about three, I got covered in tar while playing out in my best clothes with my brother, and rather than go home and face the music, I went to the neighbour's house (a friend of my mum's) and told her that my mum had sent me to see if she could get the tar off me. A bit crafty for a three-year old!
At six, I forgot to take my swimming things to school one day, so wrote my own letter to the teacher, supposed to be from my mum, saying that "C has a cold, so can't go swimming today". It seemed convincing to me!!! The teacher, bless her, just looked at me and told me gently not to forget my things again.

You get the picture!

That's all I'm admitting to for the moment.

OMG! The things I could tell you, lol. However, one particular time springs to mind, having talked to my DH about it only the other day.

My sister and I lived in a small village, but having moved there rather than being born there, we were 'outsiders', and therefore were bullied quite badly by the bigger village girls at playtime. So one day while waiting for the school bus to take us home, (we lived just outside the village), one of the big girls came to have another go at my big sister. I can't remember who thought of it, or what on earth inspired us, but the next thing we knew, we'd tied the girl to the chicken wire fencing, wait for it ............. by her hair! The school bus then arrived and we jumped on it and went home. Shock! Horror! Ashamed? Not me! She and the others deserved everything they got!

Which leads me on to the time that another big girl was picking on my sister, and as she had a long pony tail, and I was 5 years younger than her, I swung on her ponytail with my full weight, I was quite tubby at the time, so she soon let go of my sister, lol.

I could tell you numerous other misdemeanours, but I think that's quite enough for one day.

I think I was too frightened of being hit on the back of the knees with a ruler at school to do anything wrong and at home my father would take his belt to us for next to no reason at all. The only thing I can think of was scrumping apples from the school down the road with my brothers. Pretty sure I was not the instigator and we never got caught.

Even my teenage rebellion was 'taking the dog for a walk' but really sneaking off to church behind my father's back.

Perhaps I can make up for it when I am in a care home and hold wild parties?

Would have said I was as good as gold but do remember, with a gang of others, leaning on wooden posts all the way up the avenue to break them, then picking them up on the way back down to add to our bonfire pile. When we were almost at the bottom of the avenue one post was missing. The old lady 2 doors from my Mamma obviously saw us, took the post and waited for our return - she was sitting in the window looking at us. We fled, hid the other posts under the bonfire and I was terrified right up until bonfire night - and beyond. She was a lovely old lady and I'm sure didn't tell but my guilt stayed.

I was pretty wild in the mid to late 40s when Dad was away in the Navy and everyone else was too busy to supervise me. Then I changed with the dreaded puberty.
The best thing I did was to organise a mass fight, girls v. boys, on the field near our house. The girls won!
Looking back, I know I was very upset by the War, and thought, it's all men's fault, why do they always want to fight and kill people? Maybe my battle was a reaction to that, teach them a lesson.

Forced to go on a family walk and picnic, I waited until all the food was out and everyone sitting down before rounding up a herd of cows and driving them straight through everyone!! Don't know where the farming skills came from!!

I was a bit of a goody two shoes. I hated to be 'in trouble' and couldn't really see the sense of breaking rules anyway. I wasn't perfect (always opinionated and a bit 'lippy') but I have grown up the same, law abiding and disliking pointless rebellion.

I don't recall doing anything particularly naughty , as one of 4 we were usually in trouble for one thing or another but my husband...now that's a whole different matter.

He was about 4 I think when he and a friend went up to the spare room in his house, and opening a tin of green paint, climbed on the bed and proceeded to paint each , and everything in sight , including throwing the paintbrush up onto the ceiling !!

Oh, did I mention they took all their clothes off first!

As his Mum told me , she didn't even punish them, she said being scrubbed with turps and a brillo pad was punishment enough :-)

Double whammy when I was about seven. I was left alone at the dining table with a great aunt who was a pain in the proverbial. She who had to have thank you letters that were perfect because she had been a headmistress.

I folded a piece of bread in half so I had a large whole in it and then spat peas through it at said aunt. Inevitably the old trout told my parents and oh boy did I cop it.

My response was to burst into tears and confess that some weeks earlier at school I had been sent to spend the day in the Babies for talking during Assembly. The aunt then tried to apologise to me for causing me distress. I loathed her to the day she died.

Oh dear, l think I was a rather naughty child ! I used to scrump lovely juicy gooseberries from the next door neighbours garden & ( food theme developing here ) scrump plums from the garden at the end of our lane. I also used to clamber up the shelves in the pantry to steal my baby brothers Smarties ! I was always being sent to the headmistress study for talking in class, & remember being exceedingly cheeky to a policeman who told me off for scootering in the park. I've just remembered that I broke a ( very small ) window, while bouncing a tennis ball, at my convent school, nobody was around, so I got away with it !

Hi Anni ( waves )

when I was very young my mother told me if I ever stole from a shop, the shopkeeper would "wipe the floor with me". I took it literally, thinking he would dip my head in a bucket and wash his floor! This was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow for my entire life.