Naughtiest things you did as a child
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When we got our pocket money we would buy cheap deoderant and lighters so we could have flamethrower fights on wasteground. We were free range kids on a s
thole council scheme a lot of energy went into avoiding the junkies and mad bds that populated the place. Once we were a bit older and got after school jobs it was dirt bikes (or honda cubs made good dirt bikes too) and once we got bored in the fields it was the back roads, as we were the very last urban scheme before it became rural. Still got the odd few chases. Moved somewhere nicer and found the well behaved local kids boring as hell and ended up travelling miles to see my mates.
thole council scheme a lot of energy went into avoiding the junkies and mad bds that populated the place. Once we were a bit older and got after school jobs it was dirt bikes (or honda cubs made good dirt bikes too) and once we got bored in the fields it was the back roads, as we were the very last urban scheme before it became rural. Still got the odd few chases. Moved somewhere nicer and found the well behaved local kids boring as hell and ended up travelling miles to see my mates.Duke of Kidderminster said:
I put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead. A shame because life had just begun. But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry, If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, Carry on, carry on, nothing really mattersSharpened my little brothers finger (with a pencil sharpener); he had to go to hospital and wear a Michael Jackson glove for weeks.
Used to drag the chopped down trees and put them in the road and watch people get out and have to move them (clear visibility from both ways).
Set a wood(s) on fire which required the fire brigade.
Sunk a boat.
Awful really, embarrassing looking back.
Used to drag the chopped down trees and put them in the road and watch people get out and have to move them (clear visibility from both ways).
Set a wood(s) on fire which required the fire brigade.
Sunk a boat.
Awful really, embarrassing looking back.
Riley Blue said:
Not 'naughty' exactly (well perhaps) but damned stupid - we (me and a gang of seven year olds) used to sneak through the sand dunes north of Mablethorpe to the bombing range at RAF Theddlethorpe and sit and watch aircraft shooting up the targets a few hundred yards away. We were chased off when seen but always went back.
A couple of years later I lived near Swindon and used to put pennies on the railway line for trains to run over and flatten - until one time when a train was halted 'cos I'd been spotted hiding in the shrubs on the banking.
My late grandad used to do this at Theddlethorpe when they used the beach as target practice when he was a kid, as they lived next to it. He used to collect the remains of the bullets when they finished and give them to a then local shop keeper in exchange for sweats. A couple of years later I lived near Swindon and used to put pennies on the railway line for trains to run over and flatten - until one time when a train was halted 'cos I'd been spotted hiding in the shrubs on the banking.
SteellFJ said:
Forgot one from my later teen years possibly early 20's.
Out in a mates car one night (should put that in the badly modified threat) we passed a fountain at a new built estate of mainly flats right off the towns main roundabout. One of us, can't recall who, suggested we go to Asda for bubble bath and see what happens.
Asda sold 2 litre bottles of bubble bath for 17p a piece so we emptied two shelves at about midnight and done shuttle runs from the car, pouring them into the top of the fountain.
The next morning my mate was passing with his dad and the roundabout was filled with bubbles off the one junction and the road passing was like a dream land, some good pictures were taken on less than quality camera phones but we've all lost them.
The fountain was put back on after I think 2/3 months and someone else done it with the Loo Blue stuff and its been off since, some 10+ years later.
I did something similar at a fountain at what was the Sovereign Centre, Boscombe (Boscvegas), Bournemouth. I was about 20. Out in a mates car one night (should put that in the badly modified threat) we passed a fountain at a new built estate of mainly flats right off the towns main roundabout. One of us, can't recall who, suggested we go to Asda for bubble bath and see what happens.
Asda sold 2 litre bottles of bubble bath for 17p a piece so we emptied two shelves at about midnight and done shuttle runs from the car, pouring them into the top of the fountain.
The next morning my mate was passing with his dad and the roundabout was filled with bubbles off the one junction and the road passing was like a dream land, some good pictures were taken on less than quality camera phones but we've all lost them.
The fountain was put back on after I think 2/3 months and someone else done it with the Loo Blue stuff and its been off since, some 10+ years later.
There are many other things that I'm not going to post about on a Forum!
Throwing bangers at passing cars whist hiding. One guy stopped and we legged it up the lane, I Fosbury flopped over a hedge into a ditch of brambles & nettles. Managed to lie there silently in agony whilst the guy grabbed hold of my mate who stupidly gave him our real names & addresses.
The guy told us he would report us to the old bill.
Back at my mates house we were bricking ourselves and actually knelt down & prayed that he wouldn't report us despite not being even slightly religious!
Seemed to work though!
The guy told us he would report us to the old bill.
Back at my mates house we were bricking ourselves and actually knelt down & prayed that he wouldn't report us despite not being even slightly religious!
Seemed to work though!
My mum used to give me a cup of coffee with my breakfast when I was about 7 or 8.
Problem was I hated coffee, but rather than tell her (I don't know why, my mum hardly ever shouted at me and smacked me probably once my entire childhood), I decided the best course of action was to dispose of it behind the TV. On the carpet. And the plugs for the TV and VCR.
After a few weeks the front room developed an off smell, which was eventually tracked down and I was confronted.
Still didn't get told off that badly and I can't remember what they did to fix it. The carpet certainly wasn't replaced.
Problem was I hated coffee, but rather than tell her (I don't know why, my mum hardly ever shouted at me and smacked me probably once my entire childhood), I decided the best course of action was to dispose of it behind the TV. On the carpet. And the plugs for the TV and VCR.
After a few weeks the front room developed an off smell, which was eventually tracked down and I was confronted.
Still didn't get told off that badly and I can't remember what they did to fix it. The carpet certainly wasn't replaced.
shakotan said:
My mum used to give me a cup of coffee with my breakfast when I was about 7 or 8.
Problem was I hated coffee, but rather than tell her (I don't know why, my mum hardly ever shouted at me and smacked me probably once my entire childhood), I decided the best course of action was to dispose of it behind the TV. On the carpet. And the plugs for the TV and VCR.
After a few weeks the front room developed an off smell, which was eventually tracked down and I was confronted.
Still didn't get told off that badly and I can't remember what they did to fix it. The carpet certainly wasn't replaced.
Funny that, I wouldn't give my kids coffee now, but we used to get a big mug for elevenses from our kind old cleaning lady who used to make a lovely cup of instant, with full fat hot milk and sugar, and serve it up with buttered white toast. Problem was I hated coffee, but rather than tell her (I don't know why, my mum hardly ever shouted at me and smacked me probably once my entire childhood), I decided the best course of action was to dispose of it behind the TV. On the carpet. And the plugs for the TV and VCR.
After a few weeks the front room developed an off smell, which was eventually tracked down and I was confronted.
Still didn't get told off that badly and I can't remember what they did to fix it. The carpet certainly wasn't replaced.
We used to love it, we'd dip the buttery toast into the coffee which would also pick up the skin off the the top. Weirdly it was all delicious and is a great memory of my childhood and old Mrs Hale.
I daren't tell you of the stuff I used to get up to as a kid. Amazingly I only ever got collared by the police on one occasion and I got a proper belting from my dad for that.
Echo66 said:
At high school one of the lads found his dads stash of grot mags in the garden shed. Told us, we broke in to the back of the shed by taking the panel off, snuck in, emptied a couple of carrier bags worth of knave, razzle, penthouse etc & after w@nking ourselves transparent for a week or so we struck upon the great idea of selling them to the 1st & 2nd years below us. Made a bit on that wee scam too.
at 'wking ourselves transparent'. I'm having that for future use. Not quite child but early teen
About 25 years ago some class mates and i used to venture out of school at dinner time, the local park was an excellent place to get up to mischief. One thing i can remember happening is a orange coloured roof metal workmans hut about the size of a small shed, this was man handled over the edge of a raised area and slid down a dirt bank, it tumbled and the contents clattered as it gathered momentum, it came to a halt unside down in the local stream after clearing a foot path and wooden fence, we scarpered.
Next day we went back to find it still there but now the area was flooded. No idea how it was removed.
Another one was when we dammed the stream further up from our previous damming experiment,this time we flooded the golf course that ran next to the stream.
In Craft Design Technologyat school i left the chuck key in the chuck of a lathe, we stood back as i said "watch this" and i turned the lathe on, bang bang smash. The key embedded its self into the metal grid glass of the teachers office. That teacher was brilliant, he let us get away with most things, like burning smiley faces on the freshly painted walls with a welding torch, like drilling through work books with the bench drill then bolting them together, like turning a blind eye to mild pilfering.. but.. nearly killing him with a chuck key tipped him over the edge, my parents were called in for that event.
We had a class mate that lived on a farm, he used to bring shot gun cartridges into school. These normally ended up being cut up and having the shot removed and a ball bearing glued to the end, it was then stood up on its end and a brick dropped on it. We used to do this in the corridor at break time, the blast would have been heard around the whole school, how we never were caught ill never know.
Gentlemans litérature was found on the school field, we laid the centre speed across the teachers desk, he went nuclear when he walked in a saw that, no one owned up so everyone was given detention, bd.
At my mates house we dared his dad to place a weighted banger in to the rain water water butt. This was a brilliant idea,right up until the force of the banger lifted the butt off its bricks it was resting on and split open flooding the garden with the contents of the full water butt,his dad got a bking from his wife as he had flooded the whole small garden.
We used to go on the previously metioned golf course at night and retrieve lost golf balls from the stream, my mates dad would then sell the balls back to the players when he was next playing.
I remember getting my first catapult, nothing was safe so that was duly confiscated.
About 25 years ago some class mates and i used to venture out of school at dinner time, the local park was an excellent place to get up to mischief. One thing i can remember happening is a orange coloured roof metal workmans hut about the size of a small shed, this was man handled over the edge of a raised area and slid down a dirt bank, it tumbled and the contents clattered as it gathered momentum, it came to a halt unside down in the local stream after clearing a foot path and wooden fence, we scarpered. Next day we went back to find it still there but now the area was flooded. No idea how it was removed.
Another one was when we dammed the stream further up from our previous damming experiment,this time we flooded the golf course that ran next to the stream.
In Craft Design Technologyat school i left the chuck key in the chuck of a lathe, we stood back as i said "watch this" and i turned the lathe on, bang bang smash. The key embedded its self into the metal grid glass of the teachers office. That teacher was brilliant, he let us get away with most things, like burning smiley faces on the freshly painted walls with a welding torch, like drilling through work books with the bench drill then bolting them together, like turning a blind eye to mild pilfering.. but.. nearly killing him with a chuck key tipped him over the edge, my parents were called in for that event.
We had a class mate that lived on a farm, he used to bring shot gun cartridges into school. These normally ended up being cut up and having the shot removed and a ball bearing glued to the end, it was then stood up on its end and a brick dropped on it. We used to do this in the corridor at break time, the blast would have been heard around the whole school, how we never were caught ill never know.
Gentlemans litérature was found on the school field, we laid the centre speed across the teachers desk, he went nuclear when he walked in a saw that, no one owned up so everyone was given detention, b
d.At my mates house we dared his dad to place a weighted banger in to the rain water water butt. This was a brilliant idea,right up until the force of the banger lifted the butt off its bricks it was resting on and split open flooding the garden with the contents of the full water butt,his dad got a b
king from his wife as he had flooded the whole small garden.We used to go on the previously metioned golf course at night and retrieve lost golf balls from the stream, my mates dad would then sell the balls back to the players when he was next playing.
I remember getting my first catapult, nothing was safe so that was duly confiscated.
Edited by gtidriver on Friday 25th August 01:39
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