-I locked my little brother (who was probably only like 3 at the time) in our bathroom. For some reason, the door could only be unlocked from the inside, and a three year old working a lock.....yeah right. My dad ended up having to take the door off the hinges to get him out.

-Not me, but I think this is funny-my brother used to get in trouble all the time because he would hoard toys in his closet during the day, and then in the middle of the night would sneak out with a flashlight to play with them. Literally -in the closet. My parents figured this scheme out when they came to wake him up, and he was nowhere to be found. After FREAKING OUT, they opened his closet to find him curled up with his Power Rangers, lol.

My mom reprimanded me for something stupid I did (I think I was refusing to eat my spaghetti and trying to demand something else for dinner) and I told her she wasn't acting like a very good Christian because she wasn't being nice. :rolleyes: I got a Biblical beat down and sent to bed without any dinner.

Haha that's cute! I would freak out, too!

I got in trouble for reading instead of cleaning my room. Seriously. I'm kind of a bookworm.

Oh yes, and then there was the time that my brother, cousin and I took my cousin's camo pants and hung them in the tree in my grandparents' yard like a windsock using my grandpa's chain. My aunt noticed early the next morning and made my brother and cousin go outside to take them down. The boys kept insisting I was in on it, but my aunt said she couldn't believe I would do something like that... and I kept my mouth shut. haha

I admitted it about two years later. haha

I was flying paper airplanes and decided to add more items to my plane. I poured baby powder in the middle of the plane and flew it down the steps to give it that realistic look of smoke coming out of it. The carpet was black and my mom wasn't happy about the mess it made.

The "back in the day" thread reminded me of this...

My parents set very strict limits on my TV watching when I was in elementary and middle school. One hour per day, and I had to have finished my homework.

My folks both worked, but I had a babysitter, and the babysitter could and did rat me out. One day (I think I was 7 or so), the sitter ratted me out to my father, and never mind that my homework was all finished before my folks got home - my father beat me for disobeying his orders.

I learned my lesson: DON'T GET CAUGHT. After that, I did as much homework as possible before my afternoon cartoons came on, snuck into my dad's office, watched the cartoons on his old TV, and then went back to my room and finished my homework.

oh wow. my sisters and i broke their door frame out the wall...we hid it for months until my dad went in the closet and noticed the wood chips everywhere.

i also snuck out the house when i was 17...frequently. my neighbor told on me...that ended up not being a very fun senior year.

I constantly got in trouble for reading in the middle of the night when I was supposed to be asleep. That little glow the flashlight gave off would be a dead giveaway, no matter how many blankets I was under.

Me too! Those American Girl books got me in a lot of trouble!