naughty things u did as a kid

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That reminds me of something I still laugh about to this day. We had a grouchy old neighbor who had to be the one of the most fussy people when it came to his yard - he actually would mow it at least once every day... he was also always yelling at us kids about something or other! Anyhow, a neighbor kid and I took a paper lunch bag, filled it with dog poo from a nearby park, put the bag on the old grouch's front doorstep, lit the bag on fire, rang the doorbell and ran. Of course, the grouch stamped on the bag to put out the fire, and got dog poo all over his shoes!

I used to mess around with stuff in the bathroom, stuff you wash yourself with.

Disassembled and reassembled nearly every appliance in the house, make booby-traps (so I'd know if someone was in my room or tampering with my things), dug pit-traps in the yard during autumn (my cousin fell into one), covered them with thin sticks and leaves and broke a window with a softball cannon I constructed. I also snuck over to a friend's house to watch Beavis and Butthead and The New Detectives (I have always been fascinated by forensic science long before CSI and other programs even existed).

There was one time that I got a hold of my aunt's birth control pills. I thought it would be funny if I filled the bottle half way, and shook it to turn it into a creamy paste. I was obsessed with thick creams and pastes at the time and I was 6 years old. I also set the wind-up alarm clock to go off, just as she was about to walk out the door with my uncle.

My mom had a CD player in the car. Hated her music so I brought my own. She always liked to listen to hers so loudly that I couldn't hear mine, even with headphones on and turned up all the way.
So I got sneaky.
I took old batteries with little or no juice in them and replaced the good ones in mother-dear's CD player. Five miles after we got going it would sputter and die, and who was the only one with a working CD player?
Me. So it was my music or none at all.

I's a evil little individual.

The naughtiest thing I ever did was probably the time I took a rubber snake and whipped my older brother on the back with it. I think I was really mad at him for something and I may have had a compulsion to use that toy as a weapon. I ran the heck out of his room and slammed my door as fast as I could, he was right behind me. I think that's the time he broke the door down.

The prank I used to pull on my family was when I would tape a long piece of thread to the ceiling with a fake spider dangling from it, in the bathroom, and when someone would go in and sit on the toilet I would slowly lower the spider from outside the bathroom door. It would come down right in front of their face. I scared people a couple of times which made me laugh but they caught on after a while. I apparently did this in the dining room and in a bedroom, there is still tape on the ceiling from all those years ago.

I once rode my bicycle over wet cement at my grade school. I'm sure there was a sign, I may have been too upset to notice it, and unconsciously I may have wanted to do something bad to make up for what someone at the school had done to me. My younger brother and I were riding away and someone stopped us and started berating me for ruining the sidewalk. I began to cry, not on purpose, I can't handle confrontation, and they told me to stop crying, nevermind, it's ok. They went away.

I had a pair of shoes that was falling apart, the bottom of one shoe was coming off where my toes were, and I discovered that I could catch dirt in that separation and fling it up into the air. I thought it was fun. One of my classmates complained and the teacher told me to stop it. I didn't, I ended up getting dirt in my classmate's face.

Between ages of 9-12:
Shot a jogger in the chest with air rifle.
Shot at construction workers with air rifle, didn't hit them, but boy were they mad!
On the way to school bus stop, stole machete, socket set, and a bunch of amway tapes from car.
Poured motor oil on and tp'd car.
Tried to throw smoke balls onto busy road, landed short in brush and started fire by road.
Used to string things up in middle of road for cars to hit (little bicycle "license plates", maxipads with ketchup on them, etc.)
Threw hotdogs at passing cars.
While helping friend deliver papers, took a kid's peddle car from yard for joyride and rolled it.
Also while delivering papers, threw a family's shoes and galoshes onto apartment building roof.
All this was done with my best friend/next door neighbor. We were lucky we never got caught.

I forgot about stealing mail. I didn't know it was a federal offense when I was 6. Sometimes people at my apartments would order make-up through the mail and I'd go through all the mailboxes and take the makeup kits. Of course I forgot about the fact that I was covered with makeup when I came in for supper....

I was in an empty class with a boy. We were 8 or 9 yo. I don't remember why we were alone in the class, I only remember we weren't friends and that we were bored. I said to him "why don't you spit at the blackboard?" And he did it!

Next class began and the teacher started the lesson, but the chalk didn't write anything because the blackboard was full of dry saliva The teacher got very angry, that boy cried and accused me and I was punished.

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I would steal vicodin from my mother when I was 10 to deal with the stress of being me (I needed something, that's for sure). I also stole my dad's credit card number when I was 14 so I could buy pornography and research chemicals (a euphemism for drugs that haven't been illegalized yet). Oh yeah, I shoplift if it's under 50 cents and I'm spending a bunch of money anyway. I still do that, but I also did it as a kid so it counts, I think. They don't care about you obviously pocketing a candy bar when you've just paid for $150 worth of groceries.

I told a lot of lies. Nothing malicious, just stories my intense fantasy had created and that I told as if they had really happened. I didn't even think of it as a lie and didn't notice that OF COURSE noone believed my weird child stories and people actually felt hurt by it.

Also I stole little things from people who had been nice to me a few times.

I sabotaged a puppet show

I used to set the fire alarm off at school on a regular basis.

Was bullied into stealing final exam answers by classmates, and conspired with the teacher and the principal to give the answers to the previous year's final exam to the bullies. They had to make up their final semester in summer school before they could graduate.

It's one of the reasons I left town a week after I graduated -- on schedule!

I'm not sure if these are naughty because I was provoked but when I around 8 a kid threw a baseball sized mudball at me while I wasn't looking and hit me in the side of the face. I chased him to down the street and tackled him and tackled him into a low juniper bush. I happened to notice a cat turd on the ground so I broke a branch off the bush and speared the turd. I fed it to him and smeared it all over his face.

Another time not long after a kid on the same street pointed a rubber band at me like he was going to shoot it at me. I told him not to do it but he did it anyway and shot me in the eye. So, I tackled him too, on his own front lawn, and proceeded to beat the s**t out of him. His mom, who was a prudish 50's throwback b***h, came out and yelled at him. He was crying and I let him up so he went to his mother. She grabs him by the ear and starts walking him back to the house while beating the s**t out of him with her wooden cooking spoon

We had a clothes dryer that was junked outside the house, and I coaxed a neighbor girl to get into the drum for a ride. Somehow I rolled it out to the sidewalk (being very young probably 8 ) and I ran with it pushing it hand over hand rolling it down the sidewalk a couple hundred feet, house over house zipping by down the block. I heard: "let me out, let me out!"