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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsWas 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
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.
debm55
(59,581 posts)Eko
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(59,581 posts)OldBaldy1701E
(10,957 posts)But, some of the stories would be... very entertaining.
Lochloosa
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(16,717 posts)OC375
(729 posts)Unfortunately thats all I can say.
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(59,581 posts)Phoenix61
(18,811 posts)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 werent a thing then.
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(18,811 posts)lark
(26,048 posts)I lived in Jax. and the reputation is and was strong.
Permanut
(8,283 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)True Dough
(26,408 posts)Just by the answers I type here to a lot of Lounge threads!
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(59,581 posts)calimary
(89,770 posts)basically so I could get into a decent college - AWAY from home.
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(59,581 posts)Ritabert
(2,297 posts)I was in charge so I never got in trouble.
debm55
(59,581 posts)to public school
Ritabert
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(59,581 posts)Mister Ed
(6,911 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)kimbutgar
(27,167 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)rsdsharp
(11,959 posts)That unfortunate incident involving the hammer and David Hahns head have been greatly exaggerated over the years.
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(59,581 posts)rsdsharp
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(59,581 posts)MaryMagdaline
(7,962 posts)Smoking cigarettes
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(59,581 posts)MaryMagdaline
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(59,581 posts)KS Toronado
(23,699 posts)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
(59,581 posts)in Trouble?
KS Toronado
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(59,581 posts)sinkingfeeling
(57,712 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)Talitha
(7,905 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)Talitha
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(59,581 posts)LogDog75
(1,246 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)irisblue
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Sailingdiver
(361 posts)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 dont 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.
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(59,581 posts)Sailingdiver
(361 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)CanonRay
(16,119 posts)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.
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(59,581 posts)doc03
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(59,581 posts)HappyH
(210 posts)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!
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(59,581 posts)gopiscrap
(24,687 posts)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