name something you got in trouble for while you were growing up...

[phimu88]

I stuck my hand up inside one of those "penny candy" machines while my mom was checking out at the grocery store when I was around 5 years old. They had to call the fire department to take the machine apart and get my hand out! LOL

[Leslie Anne]

I was thinking I was such a good kid but now that I think about it....

When I was about 5 years old I had to have eye surgery (I had a "lazy" eye). Afterwards, for about 6 months I had to wear glasses with a line through them. I guess this was to train my eye. I hated those glasses so much! I kept deliberately "losing" them. After the third time, my parents really got angry with me. I didn't lose them again.

Once my family was at a restaurant and as we were getting up to leave I snatched a dollar off the pile of money my dad left as a tip. My dad gave me the look of death but waited until we left the restaurant to let me have it. That was probably the most angry my dad had ever been with me as a kid. Yikes! could he yell!!

That's pretty much it....until the teenage years.

[christiangirl]

Originally Posted by phimu88

I stuck my hand up inside one of those "penny candy" machines while my mom was checking out at the grocery store when I was around 5 years old. They had to call the fire department to take the machine apart and get my hand out! LOL

I was only a little bad when I was younger, but the worst was this one. My elementary school had like a "3 strikes" policy--three conduct referrals (notes you get when you misbehave and your parents have to sign them) and you get a detention. Well, in first grade, I jumped off the swing then hit the person who told on me--two strikes. I was afraid to bring home 2 of them, so I (GET THIS) got my friend to take them home to her mother and somehow get her to sign my mother's name on them. I honestly thought it would work, but my friend lost nerve and tried to forge the signature herself...in crayon. She got frustrated because she couldn't spell my mom's name and started to cry. When her mom asked her what was wrong, she confessed everything and her mom called my mom, then told the teacher. Not only did my behind get WHUPPED till I couldn't sit down comfortably, I got my third strike and became my school's very first six-year-old to get a detention. I walked into the detention room and like 15 high schoolers just stared at me, wondering what a first grader was doing in detention. They totally heckled me when I told them, but the detention monitor made them leave me alone--I had a penmanship worksheet to do.