Stupid things you did as a child...

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Did anybody do stupid things as a child that got you, or your parents, into trouble?

There was this one thing I did in a department store when I was little (I forgot exactly how old I was), and whenever I recall the event, I grow embarrassed and ashamed. My mom and I were in a department store, and I noticed that there were a lot of black people in there. So I loudly asked my mother, "mommy, why are there only black people here?" and everybody in the store stopped and looked at us. My mom was so embarrassed that we left the store at that moment.

Too many to mention.

I can't quite rap my fingers around what I found so enjoyable about it, but i used to think the funnest thing in the world was swinging back and fourth on a low hanging branch on a white oak tree that was situated on the hill in front of my house. The trees position in the middle of the slope of the hill made it seem like i was swinging really high so this added to the thrill. My Grandfather would be on the porch tiein on a few and would yell "you'd better quit that swingin'!" "Stop cuttin up with that tree!" and ofcourse "one a these days thats gonna brake with you on it!"
eventually that happened, no one was home at the time so being the paranoid child I was I threw the branch into a thicket after if broke to hide the evidence that my grandfather was right about something.

I remember jumping off of the balcony inside my house and landed on the couch when I was like twelve . My parents were out of the house at the time and I had my friend come over and film the entire thing for fun basically (we liked making movies at the time). When my friend went home, he showed the video to his mom and his mom called my mom so we got busted. I told him to keep to secret as well. I got grounded . Turns out that the jumping off the balcony destroyed the springs in the couch and we still have it to this day (this took place 7 years ago). We are going to replace it soon.

Plus may more that I can't think of

After reading Roald Dahl's George's Marvellous Medicine, I decided to make my own. I wasted quite a bit of bathroom products on a fruitless endeavour, and got punished accordingly, by having my pocket money revoked until such a time as the cost of the used products had been paid off...

When I was about 4 or 5 my parent had granular chocolate flavored Senakot (a laxative). I still can clearly see myself sitting on the stairs with a spoon in one hand and a jar of Senakot in the other. My parents were not amused.

A stupid thing I did as a child? Hmmm, lets see...

There were a bunch of girls I used to harass because my sister told me to. It was the first and only time I ever really showed aggression of any sort. I suppose as a child you will listen to your sibling despite knowing better. Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid...

When around ten I dumped a handful of golf balls in the barbeque grill.
They spun out like a fourth of july firework as they unwound violently ruining the steaks like a burnt tire.
My mom open the screen door violently and broke the glass with a 'karate chop' as she opened the door to come after me.

I ran down the alley as she was closely behind chasing me down in her bare feet and as we got to cross road ( about a block) she stopped as I crossed.

I didn't come home until it was dark as I was afraid and all she said was " Mike you ruined the steakes" ; I felt very bad but I didnt know what to say.

When I was an infant I would start making these high pitched breathing sounds and then stop breathing while calmly staring out in the distance. My mom would panic and start screaming in the street that her baby was choking.

When I got a little older I used to run away a lot because something caught my attention and there was a rule to not let your sight off me for even one second. My mom would chant my name to keep me distracted.

My moms favorite story was about when I threw my slime hand toy up in the celling in a very expensive shoe store. My mom was talking to the clerk when she noticed that shoes were flying up and down in the background coming up from behind the shelves. When she went over I was surrounded by shoes and all the the shelves were empty around me, I had tried to get my slime hand down from there.

My moms least favorite story was at kindergarten and Christmas, I took an interest to decorating the place so I helped out and was at it for almost an hour when I got to the celling part, I then climbed up on a table and started to decorate with my mother watching me sitting at another table. After about 10 minutes the head lady of the kindergarten entered the room and was chocked at that I was on the table so she began to yell at me, after a couple of tries and no result she grabbed my leg hard and tried to drag me off but I shook her off looked at her calmly and with a cold voice said "Don't touch me you whore" and continued decorating (she then snapped when i ignored her and dragged me down, hard).
My mom was chocked at how I said it and how I acted and got teh feeling of that I was an adult person doing terribly important work and had been disturbed.
I like that story.

My fathers least favorite story was about when i was 3 and we were in a swimming hall. Everything had gone smoothly and I followed him to the great swimming hall where the athletes trained. It didn't take long before I got distracted and ran off. When he was finished putting away the towels I was gone and he could see this little thing running far of to the distance about to jump in to the deepest section of the water right at the edge, he rushed over as fast as he could and just when i jumped in he grabbed me in mid air.

I have been told countless others but these are the ones that stuck and what they use to repeat.

Up until I was 12 I didn't really understand why it's not appropriate to trespass on people's properties. I would wander into my neighbor's gated backyards all the time and play on their swing sets or play with their dogs. One time I went into my neighbor's yard and they had one of those wooden two-person bench-type swings and I put my foot up on one of the benches to try to get it to go higher and I broke the whole thing in half. I was so scared that I ran home and blamed it all on my sister.

I would say to my classmates that they were stupid (because the things that they were doing seemed pointless to me). I wasn't doing it to bully them, I just didn't realize that other people could have different interests and opinions. This often got me lunch time detentions.

I did many things as a kid that embaressed my parents but the first that came to mind was my brother and I pouring purfume on the antique chest of drawers in a hotel we often stayed at because I couldn't stand the musty smell of the old wood. My parents when they saw the white marks it left spent the night trying to disguise it with brown shoe polish.

My brother did the worst thing though. In a shop changing room he waited until my mum, who nver wore a bra, was just wearing her knickers and then pulled back the curtain and said 'Look everybody'. My mum was propersitioned afterwards by a man asking if she would pose for photographs for him!

One time, when I was 9, I was at a girl's Birthday party, at McDonald's. I've found a wrapped up tampon on the ground, so I've picked it up. I was chasing all the 6 year old girls, with the tampon, asking them if they wanted a Tampax.

Once when my parents were barbecuing, I took a stick and got it to light on fire. I then wandered over to a sap-covered tree, and my exact thoughts were: "I wonder if sap can catch on fire?" Needless to say, the whole tree caught on fire instantly. My mom panicked and my dad used buckets of water to extinguish it.

I played some dumb games as a child too. For example, there was "Sing N' Swing", in which I would make my brother sit with me in the swingset and I would sing songs with him. This game required intense preparation, because I would memorize songs from my VHS movies by hitting rewind over and over while I wrote down the lyrics to my favorite songs. I would also talk to my imaginary friends out loud all the time, even when I was in a public place such as school or the grocery store.