Mean Things You Did As A Kid

[Rio_Kohitsuji]

What sort of horrible things did you as a kid? The wolrd wants to know!!

I used to sneak peanut butter in my older sister's food. Bad thing is...is that she is HIGHLY allergic to anything with a trace of peanuts. I just thought it'd give her a tummy ache..not have the chance to kill her!

I was also a "good bully" in grade school. Ya know, the kind that beat up other kids for picking on smaller kids. Well, when I could, I'd kick the shitake out of this one boys nuts...I don't think he can have kids now...

[Kevin]

Originally posted by Rio_Kohitsuji
What sort of horrible things did you as a kid? The wolrd wants to know!!

I used to sneak peanut butter in my older sister's food. Bad thing is...is that she is HIGHLY allergic to anything with a trace of peanuts. I just thought it'd give her a tummy ache..not have the chance to kill her!

I was also a "good bully" in grade school. Ya know, the kind that beat up other kids for picking on smaller kids. Well, when I could, I'd kick the shitake out of this one boys nuts...I don't think he can have kids now...

In grade school, I was one of those kids who was like a full foot shorter than all the other kids. I ran my mouth regardless. Come to think of it -- I still do. I was in 1st grade at the time and had a 5th grader on my bus who was shoving me around, picking on me, etc.

One day, I had a random nosebleed coming into school off of the bus. I went directly to the counselor's office and told them that this 5th grader had hit me. The guy got into all kinds of shit. It was great. Heck, my father (unknown to me) kind of mentored the guy since the kid's father had been in a coma for several years. He always treated me well after that.. had my back and everything. I thought it was pretty strange how my manipulation turned out so well at the time.

I was generally an evil child in those days. Fought a lot, etc. Was on such good terms with the principal that he gave up on disciplining me and we just played chess... He wasn't too good at chess

I went away after 3rd grade to an uppity private school downtown. I lost contact with most of my friends from grade school. Most of them ended up in jail, on drugs or in the army. I was sort of the 'ring leader' back then. I'd have ended up on a totally different path if I'd stayed in public schools I guess.

In grade school, I was a bully up until the time everyone else caught up to me and my height. I'd spread rumors about girls I didn't like, I'd exclude people from playing dodgeball or jump rope with us, and I didn't hesitate to beat up boys -- never in school, always at the local library down the road or at the little store near the library.

My half sister and I fought all the time, but I remember this one particular time where she just pissed me off so much, I took a bunch of rocks in my hands, aimed at her face, and attacked her while she unsuspectingly watched TV.

But my proudest moments came with my late golden retriever, Makamae. Makamae liked pissing on my brother's bed for some reason...and even though I knew this was going on, I never let him know about it. He'd complain about a funky smell, but I loved knowing the fact he was sleeping in dog piss every night. To this day he still doesn't know about it.

[PM_Mama00]

I was like 5ish or so. My brother was 15, and his friends ranged from 11-17.

One of the 11 year olds took my Cabbage Patch puppet and wouldn't give it back. So I picked up the nearest aluminum baseball bat and cracked him on the head.

A few years later I'd grow a LARGE crush on this boy. I saw him 2 years ago, and then again a few weeks ago.... SOOO HOT.

[Dionysus]

*I spitted on my hand or got something really nasty looking and rubbed it under doorknobs.

*I booby-trapped my room, by putting a thin string in the doorway so people will trip

*I recorded my parents or grandparents arguing and played it to other people.

*When my grandather got dressed for work, I would pour water on top of his head while he was eating, so he would have to change into new clothes.

*I put nasty stuff in people's drinks.

*I made fart noises in restrooms and blamed it on other people.

*I had friends and relatives who was afraid of worms, so I put black gak and made it wormy-like and put it in their shoes.

*I bragged about living in a 3 story house, with a jacuzzi in the basement (it was a lie of course).

*I would put water or ketchup on a seat. If someone sits there it would look like they started their period or wet themselves.

*I liked letting the garage door down on people.

[AOII_LB93]

Wow Dionysus...you were evil!

I think that the meanest thing I ever did was kick this girl Elizabeth in the shins because she punched me in the guts once. I remember not being very sorry either.

[valkyrie]

I did mostly garden variety harmless prank stuff, like making stupid phone calls or ordering a large onion pizza for the girl across the street that I hated.

[norcalchick]

I would terrorize my nephews and neices.

-When Chucky the movie came out, and would scare him talking about Chucky. My nephew had a My Buddy doll, so I hacked off it's hair, had him stand downstairs in front of the stairwell and tied a string around the My Buddy and swung it over the opening of the stairway. Scared the hell out of him!

-I still do this (hehe) but I mess around with my youngest niece who is 6 and just say stuff like, "There's monsters in the closet", the latest one was when we were at the mall the other day. I showed her the manquins (sp?) and told her that you can't look them in the eyes or they will come to life and eat you. And the ones that don't have heads will run after you and push you and pinch you. She was soooo scared! I would kinda push her toward the maniquins and she would start wimpering and grab onto me. Or run away from me towards my mom. I'm a nice auntie.

[IowaStatePhiPsi]

Originally posted by norcalchick
I would terrorize my nephews and neices.

-When Chucky the movie came out, and would scare him talking about Chucky. My nephew had a My Buddy doll, so I hacked off it's hair, had him stand downstairs in front of the stairwell and tied a string around the My Buddy and swung it over the opening of the stairway. Scared the hell out of him!

-I still do this (hehe) but I mess around with my youngest niece who is 6 and just say stuff like, "There's monsters in the closet", the latest one was when we were at the mall the other day. I showed her the manquins (sp?) and told her that you can't look them in the eyes or they will come to life and eat you. And the ones that don't have heads will run after you and push you and pinch you. She was soooo scared! I would kinda push her toward the maniquins and she would start wimpering and grab onto me. Or run away from me towards my mom. I'm a nice auntie.

I need to remember these in a few years after my sister pops out the little terror this fall.

[smiley21]

when i was 7, i had a slumber party and invited all the girls in my class except for this one girl (a close friend) who i was fighting with. well i kept talking about my party with all the other girls when i knew she could hear us. i did purposely to make the girl cry. then i felt really bad and invited her to my party.


when i was 12, which was a bad age for me, i really hated one of my teachers. a lot of other students did not like her either. one day during study hall, this student walks in late. so the teacher started reprimanding him. then the student starts telling her off which got everyone's attention. when he was done yelling at the teacher, almost everyone (including me) started cheering. that totally broke my teacher's heart. i ended up apologizing to her and also to the principal. i was so cruel that year. what a mess 7th grade was!!! .........i am a total sweetie now!!!

[AXJules]

There are some sick f(&^&'s on this board.

The meanest thing I can thing of is this: my best friend used like ALL of my favorite blue eyeshadow when we were 5 years old and playing dress up, so I told her since she put on too much her eyeballs were going to fall out. She cried. For like 3 days.

You know those plastic carpet runners people use to avoid getting their carpet worn out?

I used to flip those over so that the pokey side was facing up just so I could see my grandma jump and freak out.

Of course she'd give me dirty lickins but it was worth it.

[MaMaBuddha]

i tried to set my neighbors cat on fire., when i was a little bad ass teen.

this one time, i really at the time couldn't stand this girl that i worked with, so i had my friend call her up in the middle of the night and pretend she was her spouses lover. who knew at the time they were really going through something. since i knew so much about her, her spouse and her family my friend was naming people and places that someone would really know about unless you were intimate.

needless to say i could hear her on the phone waking her spouse up and whuppping ass in the middle of the night.

[Optimist Prime]

One day me and my friend Jason found some dust off and got high from it then tackeled the fat up to a log in the woods that was next to one that had ants on it and we poured honey all over him.

[gphiangel624]

I wasn't really a bad child until college when I realized I could get away with talking back... but what comes to mind:

When I was a lot younger, my brother and I would get into arguments and he would swing at me, usually smacking me in the head. Being a conniving child (though not a BAD one), I would cry to mom and dad. For some reason, my brother's punishment was to watch the "Thriller" video, which he was terrified of and I loved to watch. He would cry for days... probably the most screwed up thing my parents EVER did.

My one "naughty child" moment in which I really didn't know better until later... my best friend Marian and I decided to play house in her next door neighbor's camper (I lived across the street). Lucky for us, it was unlocked and they were out of town for the day. So we go in, open up packages of brand new pots, pans, sodas, Gatorades... and a very warm, 20-oz can of Coors Original. Being 4 years old, we don't know the difference between a beer can and a soda can, but this is a BIG soda, so we split it. The whole can. 10 oz. each of warm beer to a couple of 4 year olds. Well, we hear our parents calling our names, frantically searching for us, so we very nonchalantly leave the camper... we're busted of course, so we go to our respective homes for dinner and are told we cannot have a sleepover that night. Well, dinnertime comes around and I'm dozing off into my spaghetti... my parents are wondering what's wrong with me. Our neighbor that owns the trailer comes over... with Marian's mom and the empty can of Coors... busted again. To this day, Marian and I have NEVER lived that story down. Our parents make so much fun of us... I didn't touch another beer until college though. And I STILL hate Coors and Coors Light.