Here we talk about things we did as a kid that we got in trouble for

[ThetaPrincess24]

Originally Posted by victoriana

At my Kindergarten, we had a bathroom that was a single room for boys and girls. When the teacher wasn't looking, I took a boy into the bathroom and convinced him it would be a really good idea to dress him up as a mummy using toilet paper. I wrapped him head to toe, using all the toilet paper in the bathroom. When he walked out, everyone started laughing but I got in biiiig trouble.

LOL!

[PhoenixAzul]

I was (am?) a punk rocker. With all of my pierced, tattooed, house-squatting, vegan, nicknamed friends. That lead to a slew of things that my parents wanted to end me for. Use your imagination.

Buuut, the one in recent memory was that I lied (by omission) about my boyfriend's age. So I meet hubs through aformentioned slightly unsavory (to my parents) friends. Parents are excited because, hey, Phoenix isn't a lesbian (note: my parents aren't homophobic, they just assumed because I was (am) a massive tomboy and had "male friends" but no boyfriend by the age of 16, plus numerous gay and lesbian friends, that there was a high possibility of me being a lesbian myself) and she finally has a boyfriend. Great. We go out on two dates. Aaaaaaannndd then my mom asks how old he is.

Welp, P was 21 at the time. Me? 16.

Yes, in the abstract, I know this is kind of messed up. Yes, I would be upset too if my daughter was dating a 21 year old. But I've been an old soul for a long ass time, and P was always respectful of my parents rules and regs...after my ass was grounded for a long time, and we had supervised dates.

Yeah, we were married three years ago, and we're celebrating 10 years together! And my parents love him to bits.

[I2K Beta Mu]

Originally Posted by PrettyBoy

As I can remember, I think I was about 8 or 9 years old. A friend of my dad's from out of town sent him a rare speech on tape of Stokely Carmichael. My dad had that tape for the longest, but he never listened to it, so I didn't think it was that important to him. One evening he had friends over after church, and decided that he wanted them to hear the speech. Little did he know that I recorded over about 5 minutes of the speech. When he put the tape in the tape player, I knew my ass was grass and his belt was going to be the lawn mower. I knew it was the tape, because I saw it when he set it on the bar. Plus, I recognized the color of it, and the blue pen mark that was on it. I didn't know much about Stokely Carmichael at that age, so to me, it was just another speech on one of my dad's tapes. Long story short, when he put the tape in and played it for his friends, this is what played:
http://youtu.be/UYL-iVAeuDg

He was pissed. He paid me back with a belt to my butt that night.

This is some funny ass shit LOL!

[dreams2reality]

Wow, my childhood is full of things I got into, however I was sneaky enough to not get caught most times. The earliest thing I remember was when I was about 4 or 5 yrs old. My older brother by 10 yrs is too blame and set everything into motion. There was some people who worked on our home and rumor was some money was plastered into the walls in our bedroom. He put a small hole in the wall as a starting point and had me to try to search for the money. If I found it I was going to the sweet shop. So I went to work and ended up using the hammer to make a hole big enough to fit my body in, but while digging around in the wall my Mom decides to come home and check in the room. No questions were asked, I blinked and next thing I know my moms' super human strength is holding me in the air, while her other hand is swinging a blur of a belt. Honestly, I still don't know how she got a belt so fast. To this day I bring this up to my brother and mom, with laughter now. Trust I did get my brother back, but that's another story.

[tinydancer]

My mother was on altar guild cleaning the church and I was sitting outside on the steps with my coloring book and crayolas. I decided that the steps were an interesting texture to color on. I drew on the step AND signed my name. Needless to say, my colors were taken away from me for a week.

[AlwaysSAI]

One summer, my parents were talking about painting my sister's room. She didn't want it painted so we got the neighbor girl to help us turn it into a mural (with crayola markers) while my parents were at work. We were 12.

When I was 17, I was dating this guy that drove a moped for felony reasons but he was oh-sooooooooooooo-cute. So, when my folks asked questions I told them his parents took his car because of speeding tickets. I thought my excuse was fool proof even in spite of the fact that he was 19 and did not live at home. They proceeded to pay for one of those background check websites. I was in biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig trouble when they found out.

And, my mom used to always yell at me, "YOU'LL NEVER GET INTO COLLEGE IF YOU FAIL ADVANCED MATH!!!!!" I refused to learn the Unit Circle and squeezed by with a 76.

[lovespink88]

In 7th grade I went through a weird rebellion stage with my school work. I just flat out stopped trying. Looking back I don't know whether it was because I was actually just really bored in school or if I was too interested in boys...I dunno. Two things that jumped out at me included forging my mom's signature and lying about an assignment to my teacher...

For the forgery, I was given an academic warning during basketball season, meaning I was getting a D in a class. I was still allowed to play as long as I could bring it up in two weeks. If two weeks passed and I was getting a D or worse, I'd be on probation. Anywho, I figured that since I could still play, my parents didn't need to know. So I signed my mom's name. Well, the teacher could clearly tell it was not my mom's signature and gave her a call. My parents were not pleased, to say the least.

We also had G.R.E.A.T. in 7th grade (like D.A.R.E, but for gang prevention). We had an assignment due for the cop who taught it and my teacher collected it on her behalf. She called me up to her desk because she didn't have mine. I flat out didn't do it. I told her I finished it quickly in class and gave it to her before she left. As if my teacher wasn't going to follow up with cop and make sure I was telling the truth??? Needless to say she found out and was not happy.

These shenanigans (and more) led to me getting grounded for the only time in my life (for like 7 months).

Besides that, the only really bad thing I did was get caught with a boy in my room when I was 15. My parents both worked so no one would be home until 5:30pm, so I had 2ish hours to myself everyday. I invited the boy I was dating at the time over. One thing led to another and we were making out in my room. All of a sudden I hear my mom come home I thought I was going to be able to sneak him out, but the dummy left his coat on the chair in the living room. Next thing I hear is "GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW AND BRING THAT BOY WITH YOU." I still shudder when I think about it.

[cheerfulgreek]

I was sixteen, so I had just gotten my drivers license. One night I was driving my mom and dad's car to cheerleading practice. But since it was really dark outside, I didn't see the corner of the median. When I went to turn, I hit the corner, driving over the median, damaging the steering. The steering was so bad, that the wheel literally had to be turned as if you were making a left turn in order to keep the car straight. I turned around and went home crying, and I missed cheerleading practice because, I just knew that my dad was going to be mad at me. He was mad, but not as mad as he was when I was 8 years old. I collected a lot of insects and put them in a jar, but the lid wasn't closed as tightly as it should have been. That night, while we were all sleeping, our cat knocked it over, and all of the bugs got out, and were flying around the house the next morning. My parents told me to leave the jar outside, but I disobeyed them and brought it inside. It's just that I wanted to look at the bugs in my bedroom. It was so many different kinds buzzing around that my parents had to fog the house. They were so mad at me.

[pshsx1]

It was always the rule in my house that my sister and I could hang out in my parents' bedroom as long as we asked before going in drawers, closets, etc. Anyway, while my parents were both at work, I decided to go play in their walk-in closet. I don't know why, but I always thought it was a cool place to play and had a little area cleared out just for me. I was like 9 at the time, but I guess I was doing too much. I went to climb the biggest clothing rack to grab something and it ripped out the wall and EVERYTHING came tumbling down. Whoops.

So, I panicked (my sister saw everything, of course), and decided that I would "go to bed" and maybe everything would be okay. Well, my dad got home from work and I heard him ask my sister what happened... silence... then my door flew open and I continued to "sleep." My dad asked what happened (after shaking the life out of me) and I told him that I was just standing in there and everything fell. That didn't fly, so I got my ass beat through the covers.

It didn't end there, though. When my mom got home, so did part two of that whoopin'.

I never played in their closet without permission again. lol

[honeychile]

When I was about 3-4, I found some individually wrapped "balloons" in my daddy's nightstand. My parents were less than amused that I blew a bunch up and showed them to the neighbors, but I was already at an age where a "Don't you EVER!" worked.

[AlphaFrog]

My mom said when I was little and I had just started walking and talking I walked into the kitchen where my mom was sitting with her friend, threw my toy on the floor, said "oh, shit" then walked out.

[dreams2reality]

When I was about 5 or 6. My parents took me and my brother somewhere but we couldn't go in the building. I started getting restless in the back seat waiting on them. For some reason I was ready to go home and was going to try anything. I had the bright idea to stick a plastic, I think it was a knife, into the key ignition. It got stuck and broke off in there when I tried to start it. My older brother did nothing to stop me. So I figured if I just get back in my seat no one would notice. Dad tried to figure out why he couldn't start car, I remained silent, people were called, lots of money spent. I thought I had gotten away and went to bed relieved. However, I woke up to a butt whooping from my mom. I didn't know what was going on. I guess the mechanic or my brother told.

[GammaPhi88]

I managed to get out of getting in trouble way too often for my own good. I was a little blonde girl with pigtails who could cry on cue. My poor parents. They did get really mad at me when I was 9 for trying to vacuum my sister with the vacuum cleaner. And they weren't thrilled when my friend and I opened my beanbag and covered my room with a million or so tiny little white balls. They had to get it out with the snow shovel.

I wasn't really that rebellious, that was my younger sister, who got annoyed with the fact that she had to go to gym in 6th grade and got suspended for flicking off the gym teacher. In high school though, there was this girl who would torture me mercilessly so I glued her locker shut with superglue. The school never found out it was me, but my mom did when she found the glue in my car. I thought I was going to get in major trouble, but my mom just gave me a really half-assed lecture about not vandalizing things. In retrospect, I realize she was trying really hard not to laugh.

There was the time where my mom had this neighbor lady she hated who would always come over unannounced and stay and be rude, and we could never get this B to leave. So one day she came over and rang the door bell, we didn't answer. She came around the back, found me and my mom on our porch, and started the old routine. I could see my mom getting annoyed with this lady, so I turned the hose on her. In my defense, I was 7. My parents had a really hard time not laughing when they grounded me, and I lost TV rights for a month, but at least that woman started distancing herself from us.

The best story isn't mine, it's a friend of mine's. He was the most adorable little kid but the biggest troublemaker, always getting in trouble for destroying things and trying to kiss girls. The story is about the time he decided that he really wanted a secret passage from his bedroom to his playroom, so he decided to build one. He drew out plans on paper with crayon and was in the midst of taking up his floorboards when his mom realized the house was suspiciously quiet and went up to check on him. She of course went ballistic as soon as she saw what he was doing, when he goes..."but mom, I'm making a secret passage to my playroom!" She yells at him about how he'll destroy the house pipe system, and he goes, "don't worry mom, I'll build around them. It's cool." Of course, he is now about to graduate from law school.

[christiangirl]

Originally Posted by AlphaFrog

My mom said when I was little and I had just started walking and talking I walked into the kitchen where my mom was sitting with her friend, threw my toy on the floor, said "oh, shit" then walked out.

A few years ago, my mom told me the real story behind my first word. I always believed it was "Daddy" at 10 months. Apparently, I attempted to sit down on a plastic chair when I was about 6 months old. I slipped off onto the floor and said "Sh*t!" out of frustration. She said she wasn't sure if she should be shocked at the word itself or just the fact I said a discernable word at that age. Unfortunately, I didn't learn any more words until I was 10 months so they had to deal with 4-ish months of that being the only word I knew.

She said never told me because I was always so offended by curse words and might be embarrassed by that story. Once I was in my early 20s and a little looser with language, she thought it was safe to come clean.

[Cheerio]

This is being posted on GreekChat, so it involves future Greeks:

Our first real home was in a rural area. We ate fresh, backyard home-grown raspberries every day in summer. Then we moved to the suburbs.

We missed fresh summer backyard raspberries, but our neighbors grew them. So we stole some of their raspberries.

The neighborhood tattle-tale girl saw our caper and ran to tell her mother, the neighbors we stole from, and our mother. We cried and apologized, but never got along with tattle-girl while we lived in that suburb. We moved shortly thereafter when my father took a new job

Fast-forward a decade: Tattle-tale girl and I joined different sororities the same year on the same campus. Tattle's mother, whom I met several years after I graduated, is a member of my sorority.