Was there ever a time you got into mischief or trouble as a child? Edited to add, what did you do? Me I had a 5 year

[debm55]

old boy walk me home from Kindergarten. He kissed me at the side of the yard. I got beat with a broom all over my body. I was 5.

[Eko]

1. 5th.

[debm55]

3. I don't understand, I edited my OP.

[Eko]

7. I plead the 5th.

[debm55]

11. HAHAHAHAHAHHA, That's funny, Thank you for letting me know

[malthaussen]

73. That's silly. Statute of limitations would apply to almost anything you did as a child.

What did you do, murder somebody at six? Nevermind, you would have to take the Fifth on that.

-- Mal

[OldBaldy1701E]

53. Same here.

But, some of the stories would be... very entertaining.

[Lochloosa]

2. What day?😁

[debm55]

4. Thank you very much Lochloosa. What did you do?

[Lochloosa]

17. I'll take Elo's lead. Ill plead the 5th

[Lochloosa]

17. I'll take Elo's lead. Ill plead the 5th

[OC375]

5. Bad decisions make for good stories

Unfortunately that’s all I can say.

[debm55]

6. Thank you. OC375

[Phoenix61]

8. As a child no... as a teen every chance I got.

But not completely my fault. The drinking age was 18, no one ever carded, and I grew up in a college town where the university was rated as one of the top party schools in the country. And… we made the cover of High Times magazine for the best weed in the country. What can I say other than so thankful cell phones weren’t a thing then.

[debm55]

12. Thank you for sharing with us. Phoenix61. It wasn't Penn State was it?

[Phoenix61]

34. No, University of Florida.nt

[lark]

60. Just from your description I had guessed UF!

I lived in Jax. and the reputation is and was strong.

[Permanut]

9. Shoplifted a candy bar at Safeway when I was eleven..

The store manager caught me just outside the store, and instructed me to come back in the store and to his office.

A lecture, of course and then he said -

"SON, HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN A POLICE CAR?"

There were. consequences at home of course but no ride in a police car.

That was the end of my career as a criminal.

[debm55]

13. Thank you very much for sharing with us. Permanut. I fill sorry for you.

[True Dough]

10. I still get into mischief as an adult!

Just by the answers I type here to a lot of Lounge threads!

[debm55]

14. Very true. TrueDough.

[calimary]

15. Too busy trying to get good grades,

basically so I could get into a decent college - AWAY from home.

[debm55]

19. Me too, calimary, Me too.

[Ritabert]

16. I was in Catholic school for 12 years and the oldest of 6 kids.

I was in charge so I never got in trouble.

[debm55]

20. Thank you very much , Ritabert. for sharing. I went to Catholic school for 8 years. Family moved to the suburbs and went

to public school

[Ritabert]

22. So you've been there. 🙂

[debm55]

24. Yes, I I went to Catholic school in a mill town outside of Pittsburgh,

[Mister Ed]

21. I would just leave school if I wanted to.

Elementary school, Junior High, High School. I felt vaguely puzzled by the concept that the school had any authority over me. I wasn't a troublemaker, I just didn't understand the concept. So I'd leave if I wanted to.

[debm55]

26. That's very intersting. Thank you Mister Ed.

[hunter]

65. I was a similar sort. Fortunately I generally liked school until the seventh grade.

What kind of "punishments" did you get? I rarely faced any consequences at home. My siblings and I were largely feral children. At school they'd put me in detention or make me pick up litter during the lunch break, which were not worse than anything else at school.

In seventh grade I had a teacher who was very traditional. He was going to teach the boys to be men and the girls to be ladies.

I was screwing around in his class one day, doing something silly I'm sure, and he halted his classroom lecture and took me outside to lecture me.

So he was going on about his classroom standards and then he switched gears asking me what kind of man did I want to be, and telling me to look him in the eye, which is something I still have trouble doing.

I'd had enough so I simply ran away, jumped the fence, and spent the rest of the day poking around in the creek to see what kind of wildlife I could discover. I wasn't worried about repercussions at all.

Later I heard the school had frantically called my mom telling her that I'd run off. She told them not to worry, she expected I'd be home for dinner, and I was.

The school counselor knew I was a weird kid -- nobody talked about Asperger's or Autistic Spectrum then -- and gave my teacher some advice on how to handle me. This usually involved putting me in the back of the class for "independent study." I was quite content quietly reading, drawing spaceships, or diagramming radio and computer circuits.

[Mister Ed]

66. Hmmmm. Punishments. Not too many, or too severe.

When I got caught in sixth grade, the principal whacked me with a paddle. In junior high, I remember that the city truant officer once picked me up, along with the girl with whom I was walking around town in the middle of the day. I don't remember much coming of that.

In high school, the hallway monitor would sometimes see me leaving, and would stick her head out the door and yell, "Ed, get back in here!" So, I would sigh heavily, turn around, and trudge back in.

By that time, I was spending, on average, about two days a week at the other high school across town, where I had many friends. I was seen there so frequently that I guess the faculty assumed I was enrolled there. I would hang out with my friends, or read in the library, or sometimes attend classes that looked interesting to me.

[malthaussen]

74. LOL, I once got suspended for cutting school.

The concept actually blows my mind. My punishment for skipping school was... getting to skip school.

-- Mal

[kimbutgar]

23. My Mother brought me a toy gun at a second hand store because I was into cowboys and Indians for a time.

I was playing outside and my Dad came home and I pointed the gun at him. He snatched it out of my hands and my Mom and him had a “ spirited “ discussion about her buying me the gun. I never saw that gun again.

[debm55]

28. Oh my. Glad it was a toy gun

[rsdsharp]

25. I, of course, was a perfect child; well behaved in every respect.

That unfortunate incident involving the hammer and David Hahn’s head have been greatly exaggerated over the years.

[debm55]

29. Oh you, It wasn't you was it?

[rsdsharp]

40. It wasn't? I mean. . . Why no, of course not!

[debm55]

41. Good to hear, rsdsharp. I was afraid it was you.

[MaryMagdaline]

27. Suspended from school once

Smoking cigarettes

[debm55]

30. Thank you very much for sharing with us. My HS had a patio where kids could smoke.

[MaryMagdaline]

33. Ours, too! Beginning in 8th grade

[debm55]

35. Wow. ours was in 10th,11th and 12th grade.

[malthaussen]

75. Interesting. You're a year older than I, but our high schools had different standards...

... smoking was a definite no-no anywhere on the school grounds until well after I dropped out.

-- Mal

[KS Toronado]

31. When I was 6 years old out at my grandparents farm

my younger brother asked me how that rifle with the lever worked. The rifle cabinet was locked so no one
could take anything out of it but you could touch everything in the cabinet.

To short to reach it myself, I lifted my brother up and told him to move that lever out and up and back where it
started, then pull the trigger.

The 30-30 went off with a bang, the bullet going through the floor above and the floor above that and lodged
into a rafter or something in the attic, if it wasn't for the rafter it would have gone through the roof and it was
raining that day.

Uncle got a ass chewing from grandpa for not unloading it before putting it in the gun rack.
And me I got a paddling on my rear that hurt for quite awhile.

[debm55]

36. WOW. Thank you for sharing with us. I think it was more your uncle's fault for not unloading. Did your kid brother get

in Trouble?

[KS Toronado]

38. He walked scot free being the youngest.

[debm55]

39. Thanks, KS Toronado.

[sinkingfeeling]

32. Only time my dad ever spanked me. I was

probably 6 and my mom was talking on the phone. I got bored waiting for her and carved my initials into a lamp table with bobby pin.

[debm55]

37. Oh I am so sorry , sinkingfeeling.

[Talitha]

42. I was about 4 or so.

I really liked orange juice and poured some into the bowl of Fido, our Goldfish so he'd be able to taste it. Mom caught me red-handed and acted mad but was sort of laughing all through the lecture about how it might have made him sick. We changed his water and she said it was really nice that I wanted to share, but to ask next time. (My punishment was not getting any orange juice the next morning.)

Like every kid, I got into other trouble while growing up and the punishment was a lot worse than not getting any orange juice.

[debm55]

43. Thank you for sharing with us. I got beat with a broom for letting a 5 year old boy kiss me. I was 5.

[Talitha]

44. So sorry that happened to you, Deb.

[debm55]

45. Thank you, Talitha.

[LogDog75]

46. Got caught by the Navy Police

I was about 11 years old and my father was stationed at NAS Memphis. He was a Captain working directly under the base commander. There was an old transport aircraft display by the flightline so me and a friend decided to explore it one weekend. We played in the cockpit, the cargo area, and the rest of the plane. After about 20 minutes the Navy SPs drove up to the plane and we tried to hide in the plane but to no avail. They put us in their vehicle, took our names and addresses, and drove us home. Of course, this was reported to my father on Monday and when my father got home I got a spanking. Oh well, it didn't stop my curiosity and me and my friend still roamed the base but we stayed away from the flightline.

[debm55]

49. Thank you LogDog75 for sharing, with us. That sounds like a real adventure.

[irisblue]

47. deb, I am sorry you got beat. Physical punishment was so common once

[debm55]

50. Thank you irisblue. Back then it was what it was.Sorry to say.

[Sailingdiver]

51. Being the 2nd of 4 boys

I have so many to choose from.

One stands out, on one Easter morning everyone is getting ready for the obligatory visit to church, my younger brother was in the bath tub, my older brother was standing near the tub. I don’t recall what started it but my older brother made me mad so I pushed him in the tub, fully dressed ready to go.

Needless to say my butt suffered the consequences.

[debm55]

55. HAHAHAHAH. Thank you for sharing. Did your family ever make it to church?

[Sailingdiver]

52. When I started school

We walked to school. We lived in a growing neighborhood so lots of new construction. I would get interested in the construction work more than going to school. I can't remember the number of times my mom had to drive around the new construction looking for me after she got a call from school that I was absent.

[debm55]

56. HAHAHA That;s funny that you for sharing.Sailingdiver.

[CanonRay]

54. I got in a fight in 2nd grade

The kid was a least a foot taller than me, and was bullying me. I broke his nose. The principal was not happy with me.

[debm55]

57. I bet she wasn't.to happy with you. thank you very much for sharing with us. CanonRay.

[doc03]

58. I was an angel, never did anything wrong. That's my story and I am sticking to it. nt

[debm55]

59. HAHAHAHHHAH. Thank you, doc03.

[HappyH]

61. An easier question to answer:

Was there ever a time when, as a child, I was not in trouble or creating mischief? I'm not going to answer that one either!

[debm55]

62. HAHAHHAHAHHA. Thank you very much, HappyH

[gopiscrap]

63. I lived in Frankfurt Germany

I went to a Catholic School and I hated it. The Cathedral next to the school was open all the time. German winters were really cold. My mom had this clear gelatin powder to strengthen her nails. When mixed with cold water it turned into jellow. So on a Saturday late evening I slipped into the Cathedral and poured that powder into the holy font so the next morning when church goers were to dip their finger in the front of water to bless themselves, they were met with this hardened jello.... yes I got paddled for it

[debm55]

64. Oh that is funny, but bad at the same time. Thank you for sharing your post with us.

[hunter]

67. I was a pyromaniac.

In kindergarten I started a "campfire" in the school sandbox using a magnifying glass, some paper and empty milk cartons. My teacher was impressed but it still got me into a lot of trouble.

When I was four or five years old I remember finding a box of "light anywhere" wooden matches in my grandma's kitchen. They were the best thing ever! I stole about half of them, figuring my grandma wouldn't notice, and she didn't, but my parents caught me in the backyard experimenting with them about a week later.

By fifth grade my parents tried to steer me in a positive direction and introduced me to Estes model rocketry. That only led to much more dangerous rocketry experiments later. There's not much difference between rockets and things that explode.

I've been called a danger to myself and others a few times in my life but that was probably the only time I was actually a danger to others. I was always careful never to do anything that might burn down a house or start a wildfire. I wasn't so careful about my own safety and well-being. I quit that sort of research and experimentation after an especially bad accident.

[debm55]

69. Thank you hunter. I am glad you stopped that activity.

[Ziggysmom]

68. Ran away from home on my pony. We lived on the bank of Lake Michigan. It was a dangerous

thing to do. As long as I had my pony and horse I wasn’t interested in boys.

[debm55]

70. Thank you , Ziggysmom, I am glad you and the pony were okay.

[Mad_Dem_X]

71. When I was around 9 years old, I stole some candy.

Just to see if I could get away with it. I almost did, but I told my sister, who in turn told my mother, who then punished me. That was the end of my life of crime.

[malthaussen]

72. Constantly. I came from a tough neighborhood for the white-boy suburbs...

... we had the cops on our street at least twice a week. Favorite pasttimes were stealing stuff from the stockroom at the local supermarket and walking all over the roofs of the strip mall at the bottom of the cliff we lived on, which drove people crazy. (There was a pet store there, too, for awhile, and it sent the dogs into a barking fury). Let's see... getting into rock fights with the snobs (assumed) from the parochial school near our elementary school in their cute little uniforms (not really fights, as they didn't throw any stones back. Must have been Christians). Stealing lumber and other stuff from some of the other stores at the strip mall. Playing violent "king of the hill" games with the kids the next street over, which occasionally drew blood. Personally, I had a tooth knocked out twice, but they were baby teeth anyway. My mother like to faint away, though, when I came home with my face covered in blood. I used to get in trouble occasionally for hitting girls, but hey, they hit me first, and some of them were actually bigger than I (I was a pretty scrawny kid). Later I would get in trouble for retaliating on bullies. It's so often that way: the punk hits me, but nobody sees it, but inevitably if I hit back, someone in Authority would see, and it was the Board of Education for Eric. I also got brought before the Board for jumping a kid who was teasing the class "retard." They used to torment the shit out of that poor kid (his name was Girard), and one day I just snapped and tried very earnestly (for an eight-year-old) to kill the bastard who was making him cry. Not that I liked Girard much myself, you understand, but I couldn't sanction his abuse. Mind you, I was one of the most well-behaved kids on the street. I remember when a Jewish family moved in, a bunch of the kids (possibly including my own elder brother) went out one night and TP'd the place and chalked anti-Semitic slogans on the walls, which made the kid's Mom understandably furious. Mind you, the kid himself was a real prick, but that's no excuse for what they did.

So yeah, lots of "harmless fun" that sits squarely between real bad behavior and the kind of "Leave it to Beaver" behavior that is the imagined ideal.

-- Mal