Naughtiest things you did as a child
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NDA said:
RegMolehusband said:
I shot out a street light at 40 metres with my air rifle from the bedroom window of my parents' police house.
That wasn't particularly amusing until the penultimate word. 
Only a tiny bit naughty.... but true.
At our village primary school, the boys' toilets ( urinals section ) was open air; no roof.
Being small boys, there were the inevitable pi55ing contests ( we never grow up, do we? ).
The trajectories regularly exceeded the top of the wall and cascaded over the top onto the teachers' bikes that would be parked leaning against the outside wall.
The teachers used to comment on the regular, strangely localised rain showers in the vicinity of the school, as they dried their saddles and handlebars off with their handkerchieves at the end of the school day.
Being serious for a moment, looking back i really couldn't post most of mine. One of which very nearly at the least almost caused very serious damage/injury - a second earlier and they probably wouldn't still be here. even now i don't talk about it.
Anyway these are when i still lived in South London as a kid in a street of basements that was a dead end with a footbridge at the end which meant that quite a few people passed through. I felt it was my duty in life to hide down in the front part of the basements as they walked past an shout out names and insults at them as they furiously looked around for the culprit. Lucky to get away with it as was a particularly bad area with a lot of bad people at the time.
Also liked shouting through my neighbours letterboxes for some reason.
Moved to Milton Keynes in 1977 and was in paradise - building sites everywhere, you can imagine what we got up to in an almost empty , unbuilt city.
Saw a builders hut that had a gas heater in it which, at the age of 12, i felt i needed. Unable to get in i set the whole thing alight.
Cant mention the rest most of the rest but much damage and being chased/ threatened with having my f'ing head smashed in quite regularly. Luckily i was a fast runner.
Many dumpers were driven when we could find the crank handles, we tried getting the giant earth scrapers started but never managed it.
We then discovered those detonator things that go on rail tracks. Those were exploded with bricks in strategically placed spots, scaring the life out of unsuspecting victims .
Air rifles were next, lots of lampposts met their end and we took to shooting each other. One friend got a pellet in the corner of his eye, not by me!
As an adult looking back Im not proud of any of it but Id grown up in a certain way in a certain area and thankfully grew out of all the stupidity.
Anyway these are when i still lived in South London as a kid in a street of basements that was a dead end with a footbridge at the end which meant that quite a few people passed through. I felt it was my duty in life to hide down in the front part of the basements as they walked past an shout out names and insults at them as they furiously looked around for the culprit. Lucky to get away with it as was a particularly bad area with a lot of bad people at the time.
Also liked shouting through my neighbours letterboxes for some reason.
Moved to Milton Keynes in 1977 and was in paradise - building sites everywhere, you can imagine what we got up to in an almost empty , unbuilt city.
Saw a builders hut that had a gas heater in it which, at the age of 12, i felt i needed. Unable to get in i set the whole thing alight.
Cant mention the rest most of the rest but much damage and being chased/ threatened with having my f'ing head smashed in quite regularly. Luckily i was a fast runner.
Many dumpers were driven when we could find the crank handles, we tried getting the giant earth scrapers started but never managed it.
We then discovered those detonator things that go on rail tracks. Those were exploded with bricks in strategically placed spots, scaring the life out of unsuspecting victims .
Air rifles were next, lots of lampposts met their end and we took to shooting each other. One friend got a pellet in the corner of his eye, not by me!
As an adult looking back Im not proud of any of it but Id grown up in a certain way in a certain area and thankfully grew out of all the stupidity.
TheLuke said:
Not something I have done but last Saturday my cousin (who is 10) rode down to see me on his bike, rested it while he opened the gate then came in the garden. Only he rested it against my 200SX leaving a huge scratch and mark.
I was/am fuming.
I did something extremely similar with a bmx and my dads imperial blue sapphire cosworth when it was just a few mths old ... our driveway was long and had a kink at the end and could take 6cars end to end. The cosworth had been parked in the centre of the drive rather than offset to leave more room to get past. I clearly needed my bike out and with exposed bar ends dragged it down the side.I was/am fuming.
My dad was less than impressed that day!
Around 11 years old, 10 or so of us found (genuinely) a huge wind surfer base of some sort. It was maybe 15 foot long.
We carried it a mile or so in the snow, and to the top of a huge grass hill. I remember there even being people skiing/snowboarding down it.
Whoever was there first had build a large snow ramp at the bottom of the hill. Naturally we all sat on the surfer and set off down hill. We hit what felt like mach 2, everyone silent as the rush of air/snow was stopping us from screaming. Hit the ramp and ended up airborne for what felt like an age. Everyone ended up falling/jumping off and the surfer continued through the fence at the bottom, through the garden shed, stopping after hitting the house.
I broke 4 ribs, and between all of us there were ~15 broken bones
Also I remember my neighbour being slightly older and I didn't like him much. He was lying on our driveway trying to fix his BMX, so I dropped a little pebble down his ear. He ended up in hospital for a while having it removed. Pussy
We carried it a mile or so in the snow, and to the top of a huge grass hill. I remember there even being people skiing/snowboarding down it.
Whoever was there first had build a large snow ramp at the bottom of the hill. Naturally we all sat on the surfer and set off down hill. We hit what felt like mach 2, everyone silent as the rush of air/snow was stopping us from screaming. Hit the ramp and ended up airborne for what felt like an age. Everyone ended up falling/jumping off and the surfer continued through the fence at the bottom, through the garden shed, stopping after hitting the house.
I broke 4 ribs, and between all of us there were ~15 broken bones
Also I remember my neighbour being slightly older and I didn't like him much. He was lying on our driveway trying to fix his BMX, so I dropped a little pebble down his ear. He ended up in hospital for a while having it removed. Pussy
I should show my parents this thread, make them realise how bad things could have been... I never damaged anyone's property, abused anyone, endangered myself or in fact any of the things in this thread, the worst thing I ever did was get home later than the time I'd been told - didn't do that too often though as my father was pretty good with a slipper.
Not sure if my lack of naughtiness is a good thing or just a bit sad lol
Not sure if my lack of naughtiness is a good thing or just a bit sad lol
TheLuke said:
Not something I have done but last Saturday my cousin (who is 10) rode down to see me on his bike, rested it while he opened the gate then came in the garden.
That does seem quite forward of your cousin; I take it you told him to do it in private next time? 
Sorry, I am juvenile, I know.
Sycamore said:
Around 11 years old, 10 or so of us found (genuinely) a huge wind surfer base of some sort. It was maybe 15 foot long.
We carried it a mile or so in the snow, and to the top of a huge grass hill. I remember there even being people skiing/snowboarding down it.
Whoever was there first had build a large snow ramp at the bottom of the hill. Naturally we all sat on the surfer and set off down hill. We hit what felt like mach 2, everyone silent as the rush of air/snow was stopping us from screaming. Hit the ramp and ended up airborne for what felt like an age. Everyone ended up falling/jumping off and the surfer continued through the fence at the bottom, through the garden shed, stopping after hitting the house.
I broke 4 ribs, and between all of us there were ~15 broken bones
Also I remember my neighbour being slightly older and I didn't like him much. He was lying on our driveway trying to fix his BMX, so I dropped a little pebble down his ear. He ended up in hospital for a while having it removed. Pussy
This reminded me of the fun my brother and I had sliding down the stairs at our house, the stairs were in the middle of the house, at the bottom of the staircase was a smallish hallway with the front door on one side and a cupboard for coats/shoes the other, in the middle facing the stairs was one of those wired windows top and bottom split by a wooden strip containing the letterbox, we decided one day while my mum was at work that it would be great fun sliding down the stairs on these great big metal trays we had at the time, we thought we'd been clever by putting a couple of coats against the window to stop us but ooohhhhhh no after about three or four goes we heard the unmistakeable sound of the window cracking!! Cue my mum coming home some time later she walks by, stops, backs up and says quite loudly, "So who's going to tell me what happened to the window then?" We carried it a mile or so in the snow, and to the top of a huge grass hill. I remember there even being people skiing/snowboarding down it.
Whoever was there first had build a large snow ramp at the bottom of the hill. Naturally we all sat on the surfer and set off down hill. We hit what felt like mach 2, everyone silent as the rush of air/snow was stopping us from screaming. Hit the ramp and ended up airborne for what felt like an age. Everyone ended up falling/jumping off and the surfer continued through the fence at the bottom, through the garden shed, stopping after hitting the house.
I broke 4 ribs, and between all of us there were ~15 broken bones
Also I remember my neighbour being slightly older and I didn't like him much. He was lying on our driveway trying to fix his BMX, so I dropped a little pebble down his ear. He ended up in hospital for a while having it removed. Pussy
Reading through I have remembered something we did as a group of 8 or 9 year olds.
We got hold of an RSPCA sponsorship form and hit on the idea of going door to door asking for sponsorship for one thing or another that I can't remember. We didn't do too badly getting £40 odd in an afternoon but we got hit with a bit of conscience so we ended up donating it to a local animal charity shelter.
We got hold of an RSPCA sponsorship form and hit on the idea of going door to door asking for sponsorship for one thing or another that I can't remember. We didn't do too badly getting £40 odd in an afternoon but we got hit with a bit of conscience so we ended up donating it to a local animal charity shelter.
This has been a fun thread to read, the memories 
Building site fun included steam rollers on roads, glue in houses and very large volumes of the wee caps for nail guns in fires, one time they could be heard over a mile away popping for about an hour. Many years later i was taken back to one the houses by a girl and I confessed. Apparently glue damage can still be seen under the carpets.
cut down several trees for dens and the like, including one in a field a farmer clearly used for shotgun practice. When we seen him return we bolted as we didn't want to be seen with his favourite tree having just chopped it down.
Snow - too much to mention but includes windows, greenhouses, cars and eye balls - best of which was the snow banks along the roads, yes not across but along between tyre marks, we beached three cars in one afternoon one day and then offered to dig them out making about £15 between 3 of us
Fires - too many again but nothing major like a building or garage etc but we done bonfires a couple days early, a few bushes or trees and a couple bins.
Asked the local alcy for my pocket money once and got a tenner, regret that one.
out with all this i mainly spend all of my childhood on mountains bikes tearing up gardens and paths like i owned them but over all i was pretty respectful of others so we kept jumps etc to closed roads and parks. seen a few broken bones but never my own thankfully.
Building site fun included steam rollers on roads, glue in houses and very large volumes of the wee caps for nail guns in fires, one time they could be heard over a mile away popping for about an hour. Many years later i was taken back to one the houses by a girl and I confessed. Apparently glue damage can still be seen under the carpets.
cut down several trees for dens and the like, including one in a field a farmer clearly used for shotgun practice. When we seen him return we bolted as we didn't want to be seen with his favourite tree having just chopped it down.
Snow - too much to mention but includes windows, greenhouses, cars and eye balls - best of which was the snow banks along the roads, yes not across but along between tyre marks, we beached three cars in one afternoon one day and then offered to dig them out making about £15 between 3 of us
Fires - too many again but nothing major like a building or garage etc but we done bonfires a couple days early, a few bushes or trees and a couple bins.
Asked the local alcy for my pocket money once and got a tenner, regret that one.
out with all this i mainly spend all of my childhood on mountains bikes tearing up gardens and paths like i owned them but over all i was pretty respectful of others so we kept jumps etc to closed roads and parks. seen a few broken bones but never my own thankfully.
littleowl said:
Not me (honest) 
Some young urchins decided to walk up the Totley rail tunnel (2 mile long rail tunnel to the south of Sheffield) during the school holidays.
It was long and dark. Trains came and went, but there were plenty of alcoves to escape into.
Emerging at the other end, a disused and empty British Railways toolshed was found. It was decided that someone should set it on fire....
Nothing more was heard until after the hols, when the teacher came out with the old favourite : "Write about what you did during the school holidays".
The usual 'Went To Cornwall/The Zoo/Not Much' essays were submitted....apart from one bright spark
who wrote about 'The day we walked up the Totley Rail Tunnel and set fire to a British Rail Toolshed'......
"Is this true?" enquired Teach.
"Yes," replied Bright Spark.
"Good. Off to the headmaster and give him the names of the the others" intoned Teach.
Cue detentions, parental intervention and a visit from British Transport Police
who lectured & showed the entire school a video about 'what happens to promising young footballers who dick about on the railway'.... 
In between all this, a repeat journey was made up the tunnel where workman were observed starting demolition work on the burnt remains of the toolshed. Two more journeys were made up that tunnel. 1 : to go & get sledgehammers and assorted other bits, and 2: go back and finish the job off for them.
Hi YaSome young urchins decided to walk up the Totley rail tunnel (2 mile long rail tunnel to the south of Sheffield) during the school holidays.
It was long and dark. Trains came and went, but there were plenty of alcoves to escape into.
Emerging at the other end, a disused and empty British Railways toolshed was found. It was decided that someone should set it on fire....
Nothing more was heard until after the hols, when the teacher came out with the old favourite : "Write about what you did during the school holidays".
The usual 'Went To Cornwall/The Zoo/Not Much' essays were submitted....apart from one bright spark
who wrote about 'The day we walked up the Totley Rail Tunnel and set fire to a British Rail Toolshed'......"Is this true?" enquired Teach.
"Yes," replied Bright Spark.
"Good. Off to the headmaster and give him the names of the the others" intoned Teach.
Cue detentions, parental intervention and a visit from British Transport Police
who lectured & showed the entire school a video about 'what happens to promising young footballers who dick about on the railway'.... In between all this, a repeat journey was made up the tunnel where workman were observed starting demolition work on the burnt remains of the toolshed. Two more journeys were made up that tunnel. 1 : to go & get sledgehammers and assorted other bits, and 2: go back and finish the job off for them.
The video they showed you. Was that the one where at the end the Policeman hands the mother the pair of football boots ? This one ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxXDw3WOGQs
Railway Robbie
Done many, many things that have caused the fire brigade to be called out.
Exploding camping gaz cylinders (full ones) on fires. Spectacular.
This next one is quite bad.... it wasn't actually me that did it, but I was part of the group, flat roofed ex WW2 bunker place converted into house... mate stuck a slab over the chimney. Got chased by this mad hippy bloke for MILES - had to wade across a river and all sorts. All the while this made bloke was screaming "you f
king bds" over and over.
We decided it would be funny to do this again the next night. Nothing happened for ages - then next thing three police vans come screaming down the lane. Again we got chased for ages and we all swear now that there were dogs too, so we were wading up parts of said river to put them off.
But mostly we confined ourselves to blowing stuff up and getting the fire brigade out.
Exploding camping gaz cylinders (full ones) on fires. Spectacular.
This next one is quite bad.... it wasn't actually me that did it, but I was part of the group, flat roofed ex WW2 bunker place converted into house... mate stuck a slab over the chimney. Got chased by this mad hippy bloke for MILES - had to wade across a river and all sorts. All the while this made bloke was screaming "you f
king bds" over and over. We decided it would be funny to do this again the next night. Nothing happened for ages - then next thing three police vans come screaming down the lane. Again we got chased for ages and we all swear now that there were dogs too, so we were wading up parts of said river to put them off.
But mostly we confined ourselves to blowing stuff up and getting the fire brigade out.
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