naughty things u did as a kid

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what are some naughty/bad things you did when you were a kid?

me? I used to play practical jokes on my mother a lot. For example, one time I put a ballon under the back wheel of my mom's car and when she backed out, the balloon poped. I thought it was hilarious. I also used to take everything in the house apart (and break them) to look at the circuit boards inside. I also used to go on the roof all the time for fun. The neighbors used to call the police all the time bc i went on it so much.

Sometimes I used to put my mothers car in reverse on purpose for fun when in the car a lone. One time the car was on and I put it in drive and the car went into the garage door and shattered it.

Annoyed people on purpose. Not much has changed in that regard.

I go through periods, just a minute ago I shot at a thug car blasting thug music with my wrist rocket and a stale Cheeto

Lets see where to begin...

Before I was old enough for kindergarten I found a box full of those long florescent bulbs. They were taller than me but I managed to haul that box to the roof of a 5 story building and dropped them off the side as people walked by below. I didn't hit anyone but now I'm sure I scared the s**t out of a few people

In kindergarten I split a kids scalp open with a toy for cutting in front of me at the drinking fountain. Don't remember how many stitches he needed. I broke into the maintenance shed and spray painted the playground equipment gold and silver. I also ran away from school a lot by climbing the chain link fence. I wandered around the city collecting interesting rocks and spent bullet casings (yes I lived in the hood). I would always return to school before the end of the day. I loved playing with matches and lighters. I found a cigarette on the street one day while I happened to have a book of matches. I smoked it but I didn't inhale, still got dizzy as hell

Well those are a few of my exploits from the ages 1-5. I'd be here all night writing about grades 1-12 so I'll just stop at K.

When I was about 6, I poured water onto my little sisters bed to make it look like she peed the bed. It worked and she got in trouble. We had a good laugh about it when I confessed about a decade later.

Scrumping (we didn't see it as stealing) apples from local farms.
We even used to wear black clothing so we could hide better in the dark.

Shooting out the windscreens of cars at a nearby scrap yard with an air rifle.

Flipping through the user's manual of my parents' big satellite dish, I found the master password to unlock all the R-Rated and X-Rated channels.

_ I managed to convince my cousin into kissing the cat of my grandparents under its tail and later I scared her with my pumpkin mask I made myself.

- I told grandpa who had Alzheimers, that gran stole his money - he got so angry with her and she started to cry.

I too was a jokester as a little kid. I put salt in the sugar bowl; I tied the sleeves of my mother's blouses together on the side away from view in the closet, so that when she pulled one out, they would all come.

I fiddled with the controls of the car while she was scraping the windshield--turned on the radio, the air conditioner, the blinkers, etc.. I managed to put the car in reverse once and it rolled into a light pole in the apartment parking lot.

I climbed all the time, too. I used to climb up to the cabinet over the refrigerator and had to be taken to the hospital when I got some of my grandmother's pills that were up there. I just knew they were candy, even though they tasted terrible.

I also liked to take my clothes off outside.

When I was 20, I accidentally shot someone with a BB gun. There was a streetlight and a big metal sign for the Knights of Columbus facility right across the street from my house. One night I looked out and there was a couple kissing under the streetlight. It ticked me off because I didn't have a boyfriend.

I got the BB gun and was trying to hit the sign to make a noise to scare them off. But I missed. The girl, who had her back to me, grabbed her butt and they both looked around frantically, then ran away.

Most of my exploits stem from attempts to people-please, but some were just for shiggles; putting a tack in the teacher's chair, breaking bottles (I was fascinated by the sound of glass breaking), vandalizing and looting a house scheduled for demolition, retaliating at noisy neighbors by directing a smoky exhaust toward them, jamming toothpicks in key slots of locked doors, and once I had a cabaret version of a Pac-Man game that I would configure to make my mom's dick ex-husband have to put 2 quarters in for 3 lives. Whenever he would leave I switched it back to Free Play/5 lives

I planted a microphone near my father's favorite chair, and listened upstairs to him tell my mother what he really thought of me.

After my fifth-grade teacher let my classmates get away with stealing my art supplies while I was absent, I spent the rest of the year sneaking back into the classroom during recess to steal their school supplies and the desserts from their lunches.

I did a lot of betting and gambling as a little kid. I would do hula hoop contests in the m=neighborhood, and people had to put in some kind of money if they thought they could beat me.

Let's just say that never happened.

I teased and provoked other people.

I used to get my brothers in trouble all the time.

I tried to get my cat to fight our neighbor's dog and would try and get her to fight other cats and dogs.

Going over to a neighbor's house and telling them to carve the F word in their pumpkins.

When I was six, I decided to go around on the playground and spit at other kids.

When I was seven I got a kid into trouble on accident. I was walking by a portable and I decided to open someone's classroom door and closes it and open it and close it and I ran back in my spot again in line. The teacher opened it and thought it was him and he got into trouble. I let him take the blame and she wouldn't believe him that it was me who did it, it not him.

When I was five, we got a new fridge and I decided to toss a toy ball over it and it hit the kitchen table where people were eating and mom yelled my name.

Leaving the yard without permission.

I did lot of naughty stuff as a kid.

I'd better miss out the most naughty things I did. Amongst the least naughty were:

A woman who I disliked used to live up a muddy lane near my house and she used to walk down the lane in some old shoes and put on her best shoes at the bottom of the lane. She then left her old shoes "hidden" under a bush at the bottom of the lane and caught the bus to go shopping or whatever. I took delight in playing at boats with her shoes in the adjacent stream and watching them sail off into the distance. She lost two pairs of shoes this way.

When I was five years old I didn't like the noisy cars passing my house, so I dismantled a loose stone wall and rebuilt it blocking the road.

I used to be handy with a catapult. I'm afraid I was responsible for the destruction of several street lights.

I once accidentally set fire to an out-house attempting to just burning some rubbish left in the corner of it.

When I was around 8 years old I was bullied by an older boy who used to steal my pocket money and sweets every day. He often demanded that I give him a piggy-back ride too around the playground. One day I decided I'd had enough and when he demanded his piggy-back ride I said a shoulder-back ride would be much better... so he climbed onto my shoulders and I started running with him then stopped dead and threw him off. He landed head first onto the tarmac and broke his arm. He never bullied me again after that. Don't recall him bullying anyone else either, must have learned his lesson.

I'm not posting the most naughty things I did!

Also...

Knock a door and run. I had a great ploy for this with houses that bordered the street with no front-yard. I'd knock a door then run away a few yards then start walking back in the direction of the door I'd knocked. The home owner would open the door and look puzzled then glance at me - but it obviously wasn't me because I was walking towards the door not running away.

I grew up on a farm and one of my favourites was to fill a plastic bag with sloppy cow-poo and seal the bag and place it on the road waiting for a car to run over it - the bags used to go with quite a BANG and poo flew everywhere.