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

[AGDee]

Originally Posted by UofISigKap

This was silly, but I laugh each time I think about it. The only time I ever got grounded as a child was when my brother was being mean, and I picked up a loaf of Wonder Bread from the counter and smacked him over the head with it.

See??? It's all about the brothers!

[cheerfulgreek]

lol good thread!

I think I may have been 7 or 8 years old, but I used to catch June bugs and put them in a jar. Well, to make a long story short I found an old 5 gallon water refill container to hold the June bugs in. I think I caught like 30 of them plus some other nameless flying and crawling bugs. Some big ones I had never seen before. lol. I covered the top with my hand until I got inside. It was about 8pm, so the bugs were out. When I got inside I put a piece of tin foil on top. Later on that night when we went to sleep, they all got out. My dad woke me up early that morning. He was SO mad. My parents had to bomb the house to get rid of them. I don't think I'd ever seen them that mad. My mom and I still bring that up sometimes. It's hilarious now.

I used to always sleep with my cat. She knocked it over. It was laying on the floor when I woke up with not one bug inside.

[Scandia]

When my brother's computer got the Chernobyl virus, I got reprimanded for it in addition to him. Why? Because I was "the one who read the newspaper and was more clued to what was going on in the computer world". Since he did not read the paper every day, he was not so supposed to know about this threat- but apparently I was.

[ree-Xi]

When I was in fifth a grade, there was a chubby little kid in my class who would send me "love notes", give me presents (dandelions, a "gold" bracelet from the the 25 cent toy thingies, etc.). It freaked me out, because my parents were super strict, and we weren't allowed to talk to boys, even on a friendly level.

The boy called my house and my parents flipped out. I was punished for "flirting" and my dad told his dad that I wasn't allowed to talk to boys.

Needless to say I was pretty unpopular for several reasons lol.

[speedsters]

One thing I can really remember getting in trouble for was in 3rd grade, every week our spelling tests had to be signed. Well one week I got 2 words wrong (the horror to an 8 year old who had NEVER gotten less than a 100 on spelling) so i freaked out about showing it to my Mom, so I just signed it myself, thinking the teacher would never know... and my Mom for some reason didn't ask how I did. Until the next week, when she was signing the spelling booklet and saw the 80 and the forged signature... which is quite ironic. I spelt her name wrong!

I was grounded for 2 weeks with that one... and my usual punishment for not doing something, was getting books taken away, or not being allowed to go to the library. It makes me laugh, that my sister's punishments were no TV, and mine was no books.

[BellaBerlee]

Originally Posted by AGDee

Don't you love that our brothers harassed us and we got in trouble for reacting? Like, the kid was tormenting you to the point that you'd lock yourself in the bathroom and all you did was call him a name! Similar story for me...

Thank goodness we grew up

It REALLY is the brothers fault..... I too, am very glad we grew up! Now he just begs me to watch his kids

[SOPi_Jawbreaker]

When I was in fifth grade, the teachers in my school district went on strike for a month. When the strike began, my parents decided that it would be a good time for a family vacation to Disney World. The day before we were supposed to start driving down, my mom had asked to borrow some cash from my aunt. My aunt went and withdrew some money from the bank and gave it to my mom. My mom put the money on her dresser without really at it. Later that night, my mom's packing for our vacation and she goes to put the money away in her bag. She sees that one of the bills is torn. She calls my brother and me into her room and demands to know which one of us was playing with the money are tore the bill. We both deny it...kept denying it. She kept yelling at us and said if we didn't tell the truth, we weren't going to be going to Disney World anymore. She sent us to bed. When my aunt got home from work (my aunt was living with us at the time), my mom told her what happened. And my aunt was like "Oh, that bill was already torn. The bank teller gave me a torn bill." So my mom woke us up and apologized and told us that we would start driving down to Florida instead of waiting until morning.

[IlovemyAKA]

Originally Posted by Senusret I

FAST!

lol

lol--I could show people my new clothes. To me, that was the same thing--until the whuppin, that is...

[tld221]

picture it: 6th grade. my best friend has a crush on the hot guy in the class. he always had cornrows but for a week he wore his hair out in a fro. we decided we would call him furburger.

when she overheard me and my friend using this name/phrase, she not only sent my friend home but i got the LONGEST lecture on using "grown-up" words and that if i dont know what something means i shouldnt say it.

i had to spend the rest of the afternoon/night in my room and couldnt come out until i told her what it meant. but i SWEAR i didnt know (and to this DAY i have no idea what it means) and it only made her madder the next morning when i still didnt have an answer for her. i'm guessing its along the lines of muff/beaver, but at 11-12, my mind really wasnt there!

a similar situation happened when i was younger (i was about 5-6 years old). i was sitting on the top of a fence that had pointed stakes at the top, and when mom came to pick me up from school that day, i said something to the effect of "my butt is all horny from sitting on the fence." and well, there went the afternoon.

its crazy because i got the sex talk very young yet mom was more uncomfortable telling me what the word "horny" meant than describing the act itself.

[KSUViolet06]

*Calling 911 at age 5 because "my mom put my Barbies at the top of the closet, she's asleep, and I can't reach them."

*Running away (to the corner grocery store) in like first grade. My mom turned her back for one second, looked up, and I wwas gone.

*Drawing on the walls in permanent marker (because I didn't believe it was really permanent and wanted to see if it was).

*Anytime I took out like all 5 million of my Barbies, played with them, and left them in the middle of our living room.

[SOPi_Jawbreaker]

Originally Posted by tld221

i'm guessing its along the lines of muff/beaver, but at 11-12, my mind really wasnt there!

Yeah, that's what it is.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/defin...term=furburger


I thought of something else I had gotten yelled at for. In fifth grade, there was a new family that had moved into the house at the end of the block. The oldest daughter was about my age and had New Kids On The Block everything (backpack, lunchbox, folders, trapperkeeper, pencils, etc). New Kids On The Block had been popular when we were in third and fourth grade but was passe by fifth grade. When we were on the schoolbus, my friend Stephanie and I would make fun of the new girl for liking NKOTB and we would call her Markobitch because her last name was Markovich.

Well, after several weeks of this, the girl refused to go to school. That night, my mom got a phone call from the girl's mom. My mom woke me up and yelled at me for picking on the girl and for using the word bitch. Early the next morning, my mom woke me up and marched me down the street to apologize to the girl.

[tld221]

^^^ bwhhaha. NKOTB could never be passe. what's wrong with you? lol

and good looks on the urbandictionary link. why didnt she just tell me that? sheesh.

[justabeachbrat]

Good grief, I still feel guilty about this one. My mom's side of the family predates the Revolutionary War as far as settling in US. A prized possession she had was a teapot carried shipboard by a great great great, etc. kept on the mantle. In a burst of stupidity while my mom was shopping my brother and I started playing football, indoors. Yep, a high pass I threw was missed, and crash, there goes the teapot, into many small pieces. My brother, a creature of understatement said I was in trouble. I wished she would have yelled a bit more, it was more of a "what were you thinking.." Then, quiet, much worse.
At thrift and antique stores, I find myself looking for a similar teapot.

[ZTAMich]

I really love raw vegetables. My dad grew up on a farm and made sure we had a big garden at our house too. I was at most 3 years old, outside, alone for all of two minutes and ate as many raw brussel sprouts as I possibly could. My mom freaked out when she saw my green mouth.

[christiangirl]

Originally Posted by speedsters

It makes me laugh, that my sister's punishments were no TV, and mine was no books.

Lol, this was my household! My sister couldn't go to the movies...I couldn't go to the library.