Shit, there is a lot.

Stuff I got in trouble for that I can remember:
Coloring on the wall behind the couch with a big fat brown crayon, age 6.
Running across the street unsupervised, age 6.
Riding my bike in the street unsupervised, age 8.
Hitting a playmate that I did NOT like with a baton, age 10.
Got busted shoplifting sunglasses from DEB by the mall cops, age 13.
Smoking on a class trip to a local park, age 13.
Wearing WAY too much make-up at 4-H camp, age 13.
Sneaking out with a few other girlfriends to meet up with senior boy when we were freshmen, age 14. (Yeah, I went through a phase from grades 7-9).
Smoking, again, age 16. Ratted out by my 9 year old kid brother.

Stuff I never got caught doing, but would have had my ass busted:
Smoking weed (18)
Drinking (age 15+)
Giving my kid sister cough medicine with codine in it so she would go to sleep and I could have a party (age 16)
Pinching my kid sister when she was asleep so she would wake up crying when I could hear my parents having sex (Ages 12-18).
Crashing my car on a local race track (told my parents I hit a big-assed raccoon, age 16).


I'm sure there's more, I just can't think of it.

So far, my kids haven't done too much to get themselves into trouble. My 6 year old likes to steal and hide candy. I think there's more she's done that really pissed me off at the time, but I can't remember it now, so it must not have been too bad.

^ You're a total badass!

Most of the things I got in trouble for weren't bad things, I only got in trouble because I didn't tell my parents I was doing them because they would bug me about it. If I had given them a heads-up beforehand, wouldn't have been a problem. But I was constantly sick of having to answer to them so I lied about what I was doing a lot.

Most of them are car-related... let's see... My boyfriend got his jeep stuck on a drive-on beach and some redneck who tried to pull us out broke his front axle. Summer before my senior year I broke my CV joint mudding in my car. It broke and the car stopped dead in its tracks, in a foot of mud. Hard to convince my parents I hadn't taken it mudding when the tow truck had to drive 200 yards off-road to get my car. Just last summer, my boyfriend and I spent a weekend in Orlando. I ended up getting in a hit-and-run on I-5. I swear I can't get away with anything.

When my sister left for college, my parents started paying WAY too much attention to me lol. She had been wild and I wasn't at all so they annoyed me with their hovering. They would get me in trouble for the dumbest shit, probably because they were stressed about my sister being in college 1,000 miles away not answering their calls. I don't remember anything I did but I was grounded most of my junior and senior years of high school in one- or two-week increments.

1) I think when I was about 4 or 5, I wrote with navy blue jiffy marker on this cement wall which is on one side of the garage. My father was NOT pleased.

2) In kindergarten, I got in trouble for whispering to another student, "Paul can't write his name". Later in life, I was told that Paul was mentally handicapped, but being that I was only 5 at the time and not sophisticated to these things, I thought he was just strange. To be fair, he did not have Down's Syndrome, so from appearances, you could not tell that something was amiss until he starting speaking.

3) Another time, some girls and I crushed all kinds of different colour of chalk using the underside of a chair leg and we thought it looked so pretty, all of the colours together. However, our teacher was not pleased that we just left the mess in the middle of the floor. I know we got into trouble, but I don't think it was too bad.

Drew on my stomach with permanent marker the night before I went to see my grandma. Mom was not pleased at having to clean that.

Went biking around the block with my sister without telling my parents. We were grounded for 3 days (until Halloween).

Cussin'. I got busted for cussin'. I was about 6 or 7 years old, and I had a friend named Lisa, who came over to visit pretty regularly. We liked to play "Sista", which consisted of nothing other than two of us pretending to be sisters, living together in our own place, somewhere in Grown-Up Land.

Strangely, I was the one who would cook breakfast for her before she was to go off to work in the morning ... :rolleyes: This particular day, Lisa had an odd inclination that we'd feel more adult-like if we "cussed". So, she suggested, "Let's cuss." I responded, "I don't wanna cuss." Then she agreed. "Okay, we won't cuss," ... to which I changed my mind, "Naw, ... let's cuss." So, it was agreed.

Long story short: Everything was "F*** this" and "F*** that" and "What are you cookin', ... I don't want that sh**", ... when suddenly, Lisa became very quiet. I remember saying my last "SH*T" when I heard Lisa struggle the words: "Yo' DADDY!!!!" When I looked up, I could see my dad's eyes piercing straight through my soul, ... and he looked 10 feet tall. Horrified, I sheepishly responded with, ... "Uh, ... I mean ..." My dad goes, "Who taught you how to cuss?!" I pointed at Lisa, and he told her to leave.

I remember following really closely behind my dad when Lisa left, knowing this was it ... this was the end. He beat me with one of my OWN belts. When it was over, I took a nap, ... and I don't think I woke up 'til it was time to go to school Monday morning. :o

Ironically, I cuss like a sailor now ... but not on front of Dad. :D LOL!

Once my brother had a new drum set and would never let me play it, he would even hide the drumsticks. One day I waited for him to leave and went and found a large wooden spoon and a handheld can opener. Not sure why I got the can opener, I was about 6. Well I decided to open the front window and give a mini concert. Got into playing and busted one of the drums. I ran and put everything back and went outside to play. Blamed it on my cousin who always came over.

I got in trouble for swearing once also. My brother was trying to beat the crap out of me and I swore at him. He told my mom on me for swearing, but I was too afraid to tell on him for trying to beat me up. I got a lecture about how girls shouldn't swear because it makes them sound like sluts.

I ran away a lot when I was in the 7-10 age range. I felt like I was very misunderstood, haha. I used to sneak out the living room window because they never had screens (there were a lot of windows in that room so we didn't use those often). I don't think I ever got further than down the block or didn't come back on my own accord within an hour.

Other than that I was definitely trying to be "the best little boy in the world." Now my sister on the other hand...total wild child.

LOL. I tried running away when I was 8, but thought life worked like a movie in New York City and that a cab would eventually appear on my suburban street. So, yeah I didn't get far.

Did she at least tell you what it meant? :)

Oh LOL.

I always had a very sophisticated vocabulary, but I knew that my parents used these words I didn't know when they got angry on the road. So I'm on the swings, minding my own business, and I decide to try saying some of them. Of course, little MW didn't know exactly how to pronounce these words:

"Got Dammit!" "Shid!" "Crap!" (that's hard to mess up)

I definitely got a lecture on swear words after that.

My sister also did the "words that rhyme with duck" thing. We were at my grandpa's house! Awkward one. And I had that kind of incident in school. One of my classmates was referring to the f-bomb, but I thought he said, "funk," so I said that I said it all the time and it wasn't a bad word. This ended badly.