Evil Things You Did As a Child

[Dancebug]

Come on. Spill it out. We all know you did something evil under the pretense of be a child and immature.

Here is mine. I think I was five and my sister was two. We were playing in a flower garden. I saw a bee in a flower, sucking honey. I think I knew one was not supposed to mess with a bee, but did not know what happens if one does. So I told my sister to catch the bee. My sister tried to catch the bee by squeezing the flower. I don’t have to tell you what happened to my sister. Last I remember is my sister and I looking at my sister’s little finger getting red and swelling in disbelief. The last scene is still very vivid on my mind after, well, I am not going to tell you…

[NURDRMS]

Convinced my little brother to hop into a suitcase and then quickly snapped the lid closed on him. Unfortunately (for me), he started screaming and pushing up on the lid, straining the latches and causing them to catch. So there I was, frantically trying to get the lid open while Mom was running into the room to see what my brother was screaming about. Not a happy ending for me.

Another time my younger sister and I tied a rope to my brother and tried to lower him down the laundry chute. Believe it or not, he did survive childhood in spite of me!

[samina]

around the age of three is smeared ben gay all over the living room furniture... tried to give it a nice polish... ;)

i still love that smell. heh.

[fascination]

actually, truly I was one of those nauseating kids that never did anything bad on purpose(too fearful of the beatings)...but I did a few rather troublesome things on accident...my children, on the other hand, were "special"...well, mostly just the boy


lets start with the boy:

cut phone cord of only phone in the house while I was using it with a pair of scissors b/c he saw it in a dr suess book

turned off the ND football game on my dad with the remote and hid it..I'd have never lived to see the next day

poked holes in his screen to let the bugs out


once when I had the stomach flu and he was mad, he drew a huge racing stripe on the hardwood floor with permanent black marker stating that I couldn't enter..am on my knees with a barf bag and sandpaper trying to fix that

used to press "out of order" for a drink at restuarants and then tell me after we left that he didn't like the flavor and needed a new drink

wrote "hi" with clay on my textured painted walls and said it was an accident

when I was recovering from a caesarean with my dtr he stripped naked and poured a bottle of red squeeze-it juice on the coffee table and rolled in it to paint himself

poured sugar down my stove wells


dtr; meh, wrote her name on a lampshade, cut her curtains for fun, and put vicks on the dog....she was easier...but horrible about admitting anything when she actually does do it


and FTR, most of this happend while dh was working full time and in law school...which is why I have no trouble spending that money now thank you very much...do I need to explain when I got attached to wine now?????

[anp73ga31]

and FTR, most of this happend while dh was working full time and in law school...which is why I have no trouble spending that money now thank you very much...do I need to explain when I got attached to wine now?????

sounds like you have earned every lesson for the rest of your life and then some!!!!

[quixotedlm]

i beat the sh.. out of a kid in my school bus with my belt buckle. this was when i was 5-ish. he was a bully. when i refused to leave my seat for him to sit there, he decided to sit on me - literally sat on my neck and rode me for a bit.

same age - my cycle-rickshaw driver wouldn't go faster (i asked him to just cause i felt like he was too slow). i got annoyed... he was wearing an old shirt and i noticed a small hole in it (old shirt). i threatened to tear the shirt if he didn't go any faster... he didn't, so i did.

8th grade - classmate gave me his schoolbag to hold on to and said he'd be back from the loo in 2 mins. i was restless to leave and he was not back in 10. so i sneaked into the girls restroom and put his bag there and waited till he returned. told him where his bag was and said that he was free to fetch it himself. the prude got upset. we ended up fighting on the streets until several teachers broke us apart and we got into plenty of trouble...

stole a cab once. had 8 accomplices. promptly got into a head on accident with another car - totalled the cab. one of the kids dad was a local mafia-politician type guy - used his influence to scare away the cab owner from pressing charges (we paid him for damages though, and promptly), got the local cops to scare away the other car owners and got free... i was the least injured of 8... changed lots of lives...luckily all for good. they all had enough time to ponder their lives in a hospital that they turned a new leaf and ended up focussing on school/college etc and got their sh.. together.

11th grade - threw chalk into freshwater fishtank to observe the effect of alkali on fish. promptly got caught by teacher...

there is plenty more where this came from... with age, esp. after grad school, i've mellowed down a lot. i hope to go back to the good ol' days soon... i wish :)

[NURDRMS]

"cut her curtains for fun"

Reminds me of my own daughter's 'scissors' story. She has had very malformed hands from birth and, as a pre-schooler, was frustrated that she couldn't use scissors like the other kids. An occupational therapist worked with her, demonstrating different techniques that might work. That night my daughter (while she was supposed to be sleeping) got the scissors and cut her P.J.s to shreds! Needless to say, I saved those jammies!

[samina]

..do I need to explain when I got attached to wine now?????

lol... i surely am not blaming ya...

i was also a very good child... like a 40-yr-old from the age of... one?
have my own children's stories, mostly with the oldest... but i'll let sleeping dogs lie for now...

[samina]

. with age, esp. after grad school, i've mellowed down a lot.

thank heaven for that... sounds like you were a terror...:rolleyes:

[quixotedlm]

thank heaven for that... sounds like you were a terror...:rolleyes:

me.. no no no..i was a good kid. got good grades and all... always helped others... all good stuff.. but sometimes i had to deal with villians... and at other times, some harmless fun ;)

[samina]

well, dealing with villains... i'm for letting'em have it. :D

[lcdancesport]

One time my sister and I were playing in the living room while my mom was on the phone in another room. My sister for some reason took out a bottle of baby oil and accidentally spilled it on the carpeting. I thought I could soak it up by sprinkling baby powder on the spot... low and behold I liked the "cloud" the powder made so I ended up running around the room spraying powder ALL OVER the furniture. My mom got off the phone, saw the room engulfed in a cloud of powder and flipped out. Luckily my sister and I were young and just had to go to our rooms while she had to clean it up.

/sorry mom!

[Peaches]

Hmmm...don't remember being particularly evil. My mom would probably back me up on that.

I will admit, though, to having a short temper and being rather violent with it. I used to beat the crap out of my brother--got pretty good at not leaving marks. (Note: pulling hair does leave marks--it causes the scalp to swell. Only made that mistake once.) Two instances, though, stand out in my memory as being particularly rough, albeit short.

One time I got mad at him for something or other. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor. I don't know why, but I remember very vividly that I was wearing my penny loafers. I kicked him really hard at the base of his spine/tailbone. Ooooh, the screaming and bawling brought my mom running very very quickly.

The other time (Oddly enough, both happened in the same house, so they had to have been within the same year.) we were fighting in the garage. As in, smooth concrete floor. We were fighting, and there was the added dimension of having the kids of family friends there, too. Both boys. So, there was the additional need to save face on both of our parts. Well, he was on roller skates, I was not. I got mad and decided to end it, so I shoved him. I honestly expected him to roll, but he ended up just tipping over backwards and smacking his head flat on the concrete. As in, I can still hear that sound in my head. Again, the bawling and the screaming brought the 'rents.

In retrospect, I'm pretty lucky I didn't break something on him in both cases.

There were plenty of incidents of my twisting his arm behind his back, and kneeling on him with my knee in his chest, or whatnot. One time I back-handed him with a riding crop against the backs of his legs...that left a welt.

Meh. We fought like siblings.

The things I did that I'm still very ashamed of I don't share. (Not physical, emotionally evil.)

[elisedance]

I was good too - but my brother (its his fault). One day we decided to leave home and go to the park - which was over 5 miles away (I was 4 he 5 1/2). They found us after we had walked the entire way, including crossing the railway tracks (marshalling yard of over 8 tracks - I still remember the train driver gesticulating wildly at us to get off - and us standing waving sweetly back at the nice friendly man) and climbing a wall into the park where we were sitting feeding the squirrels (red squirrels back then, very tame). I don't remember getting punished - he probably did.

Another time his idea (is this a pattern) was to go up on a bridge and see how many cars we could hit by dropping stones (pea sized, as I recall). It was real fun until one of the drivers came up and caught us...

I reformed at about age 5...

[BM]

Between the ages of 2 and 4 (brother was >1 or 2), I locked my brother into a dark bathroom while he was still in a walker twice. Later I shut him into the garage with no shoes. Luckily the doors leading outside were shut - Mom didn't find him right away . . .

[cornutt]

I didn't do that many evil things as a child. I saved most of them for adulthood. :D When I was about 5, my dad bought a portable reel-to-reel tape recorder, which was an unusual item to have in a home at the time. I was captivated by that thing, so Dad showed me how to operate it so that I wouldn't destroy it. (Back them, if you tried to do rude things with a tape recorder, like switch directly from FF to rewind, you could break the tape or wreck the motors.) I thought it was really cool to do things like record my friends and then play their voices back to them.

The evil started when I decided to be a secret agent and tape the adults. My parents often had one or two other couples over in the evenings for dinner, or just to watch TV. I'd hide the recorder's mic in a plant near the door of the room, and hide myself with the recorder just outside the door. Of course, they all knew I was there, but they played along. However, they didn't fully appreciate the impact of a recorder... One evening my mother called me into the living room and asked me to demonstrate the recorder to a friend. I taped her friend saying a few words, played it back to her, and got the usual reaction ("That's not what my voice sounds like! That's awful!"). But I left the tape playing, and a few seconds later there was some stuff from an earlier "secret" recording session. And... my mom's friend heard one of my mom's other friends talking smack about her! My mom absolutely died of embarassment, and I was quickly escorted from the room. After that, secret-agent recording was banned in the house. :oops:

[chachachacat]

When I was about 5 or 6, my sister, who is two and a half years younger, did something to me, which I don't even remember.
I think it was my first experience of calculated revenge.
I went upstairs and broke all her new crayons!
That's bad.
I don't believe in revenge now, btw.

[Phil Owl]

Both at about age 5:

1) Stealing mail

2) Snuck into a neighbor's cottage (on Lake Erie in NY) picked up the phone (rotary dial in those days) and dialed, God only knows where that call went to.

[cornutt]

I went upstairs and broke all her new crayons!
That's bad.
I don't believe in revenge now, btw.

Well, of course not. You already got yours. :D

[lcdancesport]

I didn't do that many evil things as a child. I saved most of them for adulthood. :D When I was about 5, my dad bought a portable reel-to-reel tape recorder, which was an unusual item to have in a home at the time. I was captivated by that thing, so Dad showed me how to operate it so that I wouldn't destroy it. (Back them, if you tried to do rude things with a tape recorder, like switch directly from FF to rewind, you could break the tape or wreck the motors.) I thought it was really cool to do things like record my friends and then play their voices back to them.

The evil started when I decided to be a secret agent and tape the adults. My parents often had one or two other couples over in the evenings for dinner, or just to watch TV. I'd hide the recorder's mic in a plant near the door of the room, and hide myself with the recorder just outside the door. Of course, they all knew I was there, but they played along. However, they didn't fully appreciate the impact of a recorder... One evening my mother called me into the living room and asked me to demonstrate the recorder to a friend. I taped her friend saying a few words, played it back to her, and got the usual reaction ("That's not what my voice sounds like! That's awful!"). But I left the tape playing, and a few seconds later there was some stuff from an earlier "secret" recording session. And... my mom's friend heard one of my mom's other friends talking smack about her! My mom absolutely died of embarassment, and I was quickly escorted from the room. After that, secret-agent recording was banned in the house. :oops:

Haha she should know better than to talk about others behind their back :rolleyes:

[lcdancesport]

There was one, ok not one, but one story I can share about how I used to wander off in stores. I used to like to hide between the racks of clothing and have my sister try to find me, but this time I wander off to the point where my mom had the store manager lock the store down so they could try to find me. Low and behold I was sitting on a bench by front entrance of the door, just hanging out, not realizing everyone was looking for me.

You would think I know better by now... nope!

[etp777]

I try to block out memories of anything bad so I can deny them if they later come to surface. Particularly important with clearance now. ;)

Lots of fights though

Fourth Grade or so: Neighbor of family who watched us after school annoyed me, don't remember how, so had him on ground in front of his house and was sitting on him punching him while he tried to cover head.

Fifth grade: Guy was harassing me on playground. I, just like now, had a big mouth, kept talking crap to him. As I was walking away, he knocked me onto ground. I retaliated by punching him just once. Broke his nose. :) He punched me a few times around head before playground monitor broke it up, but didn't really hurt me. Better, he started it, and ended up getting suspended, while nothing happened to me.

Sixth Grade: Neighbor from 4 houses up the street annoyed me somehow. I chased him down the street back to his house hitting him with a plastic wiffle ball bat. His mom told my mom, she was NOT happy.

Seventh Grade: Friend knocked my paper off my desk. Don't know why I was in such a bad mood that day, but responded by punching him in the stomach, and he of course subsequently fell to ground clutching stomach. Had a sub that day, and she was just standing there dumbfounded having no idea what to do. Problem was, principal walked in right afterwards. That involved a fun call to parents and a saturday scohol (suspension invovling showing up on a saturday and cleaning up around the school).

Eighth Grade: Same school, differnet friend, almost same situation. Science class, Jayson knocked my science book off my desk, I punched him in the temple. Luckily, nothing evolved around that, so I got out of any trouble (teacher was looking at the chalkboard and missed it).

Lots of other things over the years, but I'm a good kid now. Least, that's my claim. ;)

[ericajones80]

We had a bunch of friends and family over for the Super Bowl and my dad and uncles were all watching it. There was a pivotal point at the end of the game, and I walked up to the TV and shut the TV off so they didn't get to see it. I was only little, but my dad was MADDDD

[lcdancesport]

I try to block out memories of anything bad so I can deny them if they later come to surface. Particularly important with clearance now. ;)

Lots of fights though

Fourth Grade or so: Neighbor of family who watched us after school annoyed me, don't remember how, so had him on ground in front of his house and was sitting on him punching him while he tried to cover head.

Fifth grade: Guy was harassing me on playground. I, just like now, had a big mouth, kept talking crap to him. As I was walking away, he knocked me onto ground. I retaliated by punching him just once. Broke his nose. :) He punched me a few times around head before playground monitor broke it up, but didn't really hurt me. Better, he started it, and ended up getting suspended, while nothing happened to me.

Sixth Grade: Neighbor from 4 houses up the street annoyed me somehow. I chased him down the street back to his house hitting him with a plastic wiffle ball bat. His mom told my mom, she was NOT happy.

Seventh Grade: Friend knocked my paper off my desk. Don't know why I was in such a bad mood that day, but responded by punching him in the stomach, and he of course subsequently fell to ground clutching stomach. Had a sub that day, and she was just standing there dumbfounded having no idea what to do. Problem was, principal walked in right afterwards. That involved a fun call to parents and a saturday scohol (suspension invovling showing up on a saturday and cleaning up around the school).

Eighth Grade: Same school, differnet friend, almost same situation. Science class, Jayson knocked my science book off my desk, I punched him in the temple. Luckily, nothing evolved around that, so I got out of any trouble (teacher was looking at the chalkboard and missed it).

Lots of other things over the years, but I'm a good kid now. Least, that's my claim. ;)

"note to self", don't tick off ETP. At least dancing is therapeutic, well most of the time. :p

[cornutt]

Haha she should know better than to talk about others behind their back :rolleyes:

It's funny to think about now. Nowdays, we are all so used to the idea that if we want to say something in private, we need to do something to ensure that we have privacy. There are so many places these days where our words and actions get recorded; word can spread around rapidly with unlimited long distance phone service and e-mail, and of course, if you post anything on the Internet, it is visible to the whole world and it lives forever. But that didn't used to be the case. People just assumed that their words and actions, even in public, would not propogate beyond the little circle in which it originated. If you walked outside in your old ratty house robe and slippers to get the paper, the neighbor might see you, but you didn't have to worry about it turning up on Youtube. :shock: It must have been a complete shock to the lady who did the smack-talking to find out that someone else actually heard her words on the tape, even if she was vaguely aware at the time that she was being recorded.

[Joe]

Man, what a little hellion etp was...

[etp777]

Heh, little is actually a key word on that. Besides having a bad temper back then, always been one of smalelst kids in any group. Still only 5'5" and always am told I look a lot younger than I am. So part of all that was just survival to keep everyone from stepping all over me.... Course most of it was jsut me being a little punk. Which is why my mom has gray hair now. :)