Hellions

[Medusa]

Were you a hellion when you were a child?

What sort of things did you do to get into or cause trouble?

Share your wild/funny stories here!


We had a party phone line when I grew up and sometimes when you picked it up, there would be this old lady on it yacking about people at church. Her name was Miss Crisp. My cousin, Amy, and I used to pick up the phone and holler "Hey Cookie Crisp!" at her and then making barking and clucking noises.

Hellions. Bring it here!

[Peach]

Things l did....

decided my mom needed red shoes so painted all her black heels red

cut the hair off my sisters Barbies dolls because she wouldn let me play with them

drank sewing machine oil, and lemon Pledge, in one day, and never got sick

climbed out my window onto the roof, and fell into the holly tree, climbed back UP the tree because I knew I'd catch it for being on the roof. Woke up with my pj's stuck to my body because of the all the cuts and scratches, and still caught shit!

tormented my sister till she called me an effing a**hole in front of our dad, who thought it hysterical!

and all that was before I turned 12!!

hellion?

[cara]

I was an angel. :)

[MrSunshine]

There were 8 of us. My mom says I was the only one that never gave her any trouble.....go figure



oh and......she's the one that gave me my screen name...she always called me sunshine

[Rockinonahigh]

Ohhhh yesssss...I was super hyper to the point I couldnt sit still or go any where with out a stern warning bout consequenses.I went to a cathoilc school hehehehe..was I always in the office.
I did this...put bang caps on the under side of the commode seat..when who ever sat down got a real bang for there troubles.
Put allum in the sugar bowl in the nuns break room.
Stuffed potatos up the tail pipe of anyones car,just because.
Rolled a fue houses with t-paper.
poured vinager in the communion wine.
All tha was up to 8th grade when I got in high school...that was another chapter for later.

[Julie]

When I was 14 my Junior High School Counselor told me my personality would be etched in stone by the time I was 15 - so I needed to pull my SHIT together.
On my 15th Birthday...
I set her office on fire and left a lovely note.
I am 15 and an Arson!
Guess WHO.

:-)

[UofMfan]

I was a saint, there is photographic evidence.

[WolfyOne]

I'll be back, but for now, can ya'll see my halo :innocent:
I know, it's a bit tarnished and dented from back in the day, but it's still good for someone up and coming

[Blade]

I wasn't to bad of a hellion. My Dad had put the fear of God in me at a very young age. For the most part the few things I did I didn't get caught and if I did get caught....OH HELLO Hell hath no fury like my pissed off Daddy.

I'll have to think and come back to it

[hpychick]

I am (and was) innocent; guilty of nothing. :p

[princessbelle]

Oh what fun.

Truthfully, i was the little sister from hell. I was good at it. I own that title.

Things i can remember doing to my dearly loved big brother....


cutting up his comic books to make paper dolls (the ones that would have been worth a lot of money a few years back when comic books were hot)

playing with his football and baseball trophies and accidently knocking off the balls and sticks and all the little "parts" on the tops of them.
knocking on his "always locked door" and running back to my room and hiding. Loving the opportunity to go out on the carport when all of his friends were around and telling him he had to come in for supper.

taking his model cars that took him hours to put together and trying to fit barbie and her friends in them so they could go for a joy ride.
singing to songs in the car to the top of my lungs and making up words when i had no clue what they were saying (this drove him nutz)Still......he loved his little sis as i loved my big brother. Story is...he saved up green stamps to get a little sister. He always told me it took 20 books of stamps to get me. I sure miss him.

Yes, i admit i was a hellion.....and if he was here he would totally agree...with a smile.

[SnackTime]

Oh what fun.

Truthfully, i was the little sister from hell. I was good at it. I own that title.

Things i can remember doing to my dearly loved big brother....


cutting up his comic books to make paper dolls (the ones that would have been worth a lot of money a few years back when comic books were hot)

playing with his football and baseball trophies and accidently knocking off the balls and sticks and all the little "parts" on the tops of them.
knocking on his "always locked door" and running back to my room and hiding. Loving the opportunity to go out on the carport when all of his friends were around and telling him he had to come in for supper.

taking his model cars that took him hours to put together and trying to fit barbie and her friends in them so they could go for a joy ride.
singing to songs in the car to the top of my lungs and making up words when i had no clue what they were saying (this drove him nutz)Still......he loved his little sis as i loved my big brother. Story is...he saved up green stamps to get a little sister. He always told me it took 20 books of stamps to get me. I sure miss him.

Yes, i admit i was a hellion.....and if he was here he would totally agree...with a smile.

I can think of a few more stories that have been told about you..haha

[pajama]

I was an only child to my late-in-life mother. Sooooo after the first and only time my father tried to spank me as a weee tot, my Mother, Aunt, and Grandmother swooped down on him and told him I was not to be spanked. So with that as the ground work....I had NO rules growing up, so there was nothing to tempt me to be a hellion. So quite honestly, I was the math/band geek through most of school, and not a hellion in the least.


Now once I discovered whiskey......that's another story, but I wasn't little by then.

[Kenna]

When I lived with my great gramma, I was her "bluebird" angel. I adored that woman. When I visited with "Ms. Weaver"...who became my son's gramma later, I was her angel too... as a child, I was never happier, loving or as content as when I was with "Lil Gma and Gramma Weaver".... they were my safe-haven and home away from home....

When I lived with mom, my perpetually drunk step-dad and my mean-as-a-rattlesnake step-brother and sister.... my evil twin came out....

I stole mom's car once when I was about 13/14....and nearly lost it off the side of a mountain.... that's all I'm gonna say about that story...

would never come home to mom's by her curfew (would rather take a beating)...and broke the window out of the porch door with a brick when my sister locked me out....

I tormented my kid sister because she did the same to me... I locked her in an outhouse once and then dropped a mouse down the vent hole; would destroy all her barbies; burned her favorite clothes a couple times; broke her jaw when I was 17 and she was 12 (she kicked my pregnant belly first); cut her pony tall off while she was sleeping (it was just a little "snip snip" right before the family reunion); fed her favorite shoes to the tree shredder (after she bleached all my clothes); locked her in the old root cellar by super gluing the padlock shut (this cellar was known for spiders, snakes and other creepy crawlies...they had to use bolt cutters to get her out); convinced her while she was picking wildflowers that "those pretty little green leaves of three over there would go nice bundled with your flowers, and over there is some pretty "baby's breath"....unknown to her, I sent her picking Poison Ivy.... In my defense, I never did anything to her that was not provoked... SHE was the Hellion and to this day is just as mean as her brother...

At 8 years old, I ran away several times to "go to gramma's"...walking barefoot on a 4 lane highway to get there... this drove my mom batty!!

At 9, my uncle "George" would torment us girls by nearly drowning us, loosing his temper and holding us under the water at bath time.... I found a way to torment him right back (I hid all his "water jugs" and f**ked up all his hunting guns with plaster of paris then set loose all his coon dogs - after I set loose the live coon he kept in the garage for "training"), to this day he hates me just as much as I loathe him.

At 11, dumped used engine oil, cow crap and rotten eggs all over the 1960-something Ford Truck that my step-dad had just got done restoring....blamed that one on my step-brother...

other than that, I think I was a typical rebellious teen....

[Kenna]

Ohh, I forgot to add.... my nick-name was not Sweet at that time .... :fallenangel:

[Gemme]

Actually, I was quite the lovely child.

Except for the glasses.

I got my first pair at 14 months old. My second about 2 weeks after that. The next a couple of months after that.

Do you see a pattern here?

One pair I distinctly remember flushing. Another went out the window of our two story apartment, into the thorny bushes. Another I gave to the dog to chew. Yet another "somehow" "accidentally" got stomped/sat/stepped on (4-5 pair like that, actually). Even more got tossed out the moving car, "losted" lots of times, and run over by the car.

Now that I pay for them myself...and have gotten used to the buggers...they tend to stick around much longer than those did.

I still don't like things on my face though. :sunglass:

[cara]

my big brother ran over me wih his big wheel. i still havent forgiven him for that. ;)

[bigbutchmistie]

Oh yea I was help on wheels. My adopted dad used to make my brother and I sing in the choir on Sunday morning main churxh service. it was a packed Sunday morning with close to 1000 people there. I and my brother came over from pre teens church and brought a whooping cushion with us. we let the choir fall into place and I got the whooping cushion from my brother and we waited in the choir room. as soon as we heard my adopted dad start the beginning prayer after the first song we snuck back in the choir loft behind a ridge that you couldn't see us and my brother grabbed a microphone and I had the whooping cushion. when prayer finished and my adopted dad walked backwards to his seat it was on. I placed the whooping cushion on the chair my brother placing the microphone next to it and my adopted dad sat down the loudest fart went all over the.church he jumped up and and looked behind him but before he could see we moved stuff away and he went to sit down again and we did it again the church was roaring in laughter my brother took off to his seat in the choir I wasn't so lucky he caught me trying to do it a 3rd time. He acted like he thought it was funny. Man I got my ass beat whew but it was funny. Lol I was always doing stuff.

[atomiczombie]

I cursed in church, and sat in the very back giggling with my friends. I lied habitually. I smoked pot, drank, snorted speed, dropped mescaline and acid. I smoked cigarettes too. I snuck out in the middle of the night to meet up with my friends and went to the wrong end of town. We would find Navy guys that would buy us beer. We were in the park smoking pot and drinking 40 ouncers at 3am on a school night. I would drag myself into the house at 5am, sleep for an hour and then get up and get ready for school. I did all this stuff before the age of 15.

Now that my daughter is a teenager, I am paying DEARLY for what I put my folks through. Oy.

[dixie]

Hellion? HA! I was so lovingly referred to as Satan's spawn...lol I grew up as a spoiled rotten brat who got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Gave me a pretty high opinion of myself as a kid...lol I was pure evil.

My love for snakes vs my family's terror of them proved to be quite fun. Almost gave heart attacks to a few great aunts who would find snakes in their pillowcases, sewing boxes, etc.

I got angry at my little cousin and cut off part of her perky lil blonde ponytail after she called me a "nasty tomboy" because all she wanted to do was play princesses and barbie while I was always covered in dirt playing tackle football with the boys.

I was never really a bully, per se, as much as the person who took up for the underdogs. If I saw someone being picked on, I would go up and beat the crap outta the bully even if they were bigger than me. Kids who were having problems with other kids would come to me for resolution. This happened all the way up even through high school.

I think only once did I ever fight for myself, but I guess it wasn't really a fight. I'm from a tiny little town in the NC mountains where there are no gangs and usually maybe one murder every few years. My senior year, we had a girl transfer from Atlanta who showed up on her first day decked out in gang colors, throwing gang signs etc etc. I guess I looked like queen redneck or something cause she got off the bus, walked straight up to me and spit in my face, telling me that she was gonna have her lil gang buddies drive-by all of us "inbreeding white trash". Um...excuse me? Our high school had an open 2-story breezeway that connected the two buildings. I didn't take too well to being spit on or threatened, so lil miss thang found herself dumped headfirst off the 2nd floor breezeway. Don't worry, she was absolutely fine (thank goodness for thick ferns and hedges), other than her pride. It was her first and last day at our school because she transferred to the next county that same day. The high school breezeway is now enclosed in glass. And even though it's been 14 years since I graduated, I STILL have quite the hellion reputation at that school. Oy.

Oh, and I guess I should probably mention all the weekend drinking we did at the local roller rink or when we were prepping for rodeos...LOL

[Pixie]

I was a hellion to say the least....

My mother and I fought all the time....and she would get into this rage and always end it with well get out of my house....or don't do it under my roof, etc.... So I would walk away and leave. I started that at 2. And it was pretty much a regular occurrence.

I didn't like that my parents smoked so I would hide packs upon packs under the recliner, in pots and pans... especially if I was the one to put groceries away.

I resented that my parents were never home so I would give the babysitters hell and get my brother to conspire with me to make them quit.

And I was all about locking my brother out of things....the car, the house, the bathroom, yadda yadda....

Thank goodness I woke up....and now I think they are getting me back for it all!

[rainintothesea]

I always liked troublemakers and rabble-rousers, but I was a good kid... the brainiac overachiever nerdy type. The only time I really stirred the pot was against oppressive authority, so basically I was (and remain) like her:

http://www.morethings.com/fan/simpsons/images/lisa-simpson-104.jpg

[dixie]

Actually, I was quite the lovely child.

Except for the glasses.

I got my first pair at 14 months old. My second about 2 weeks after that. The next a couple of months after that.

Do you see a pattern here?

One pair I distinctly remember flushing. Another went out the window of our two story apartment, into the thorny bushes. Another I gave to the dog to chew. Yet another "somehow" "accidentally" got stomped/sat/stepped on (4-5 pair like that, actually). Even more got tossed out the moving car, "losted" lots of times, and run over by the car.

Now that I pay for them myself...and have gotten used to the buggers...they tend to stick around much longer than those did.

I still don't like things on my face though. :sunglass:

I didn't get my first pair of glasses until 5th grade because my parents thought I only wanted them to "look cool". wtf? They finally got tired of replacing them every few months (thank you dodgeball) so they let me get contacts in 10th grade...lol

[dixie]

I should also mention that at least while I was out being a hellion and doing zero homework, somehow I still ended up honor roll with offers for full scholarships. Which I turned down. (As a 31 year old current college student, I would like to time travel back and kick my 17 year old ass...LOL)

[dixie]

I was a hellion to say the least....

My mother and I fought all the time....and she would get into this rage and always end it with well get out of my house....or don't do it under my roof, etc.... So I would walk away and leave. I started that at 2. And it was pretty much a regular occurrence.

I didn't like that my parents smoked so I would hide packs upon packs under the recliner, in pots and pans... especially if I was the one to put groceries away.

I resented that my parents were never home so I would give the babysitters hell and get my brother to conspire with me to make them quit.

And I was all about locking my brother out of things....the car, the house, the bathroom, yadda yadda....

Thank goodness I woke up....and now I think they are getting me back for it all!


Yeah, I had trouble like that with my mom. :(

She made it very clear from an early age that I was a pure accident and totally unwanted. She was very cruel and abusive when I was a kid, up until my 20s. Luckily she's mellowed and actually acts like a mom now. Unfortunately, even though I love her to death and I like the mom-daughter time that we have now, I will never respect that woman.

My dad, however, had always wanted kids and was a really great dad. Well, other than the fact that he wanted a boy so I was (literally) raised as a boy. But that's a whole other story.

[moxie]

I was a very tame child/teenager. Raised in a single-parent home and knew for as long as I can remember that my mother didn't want me (had that verified when I turned 18 and flat out asked her). Quite often, I think about why in the hell did I not get in trouble at school, with the police, get pregnant, use drugs or any of that other "hellion" stuff because I had no supervision or rules and was left alone for days at a time for years and years. I have yet to come up with an answer.

My mother is very conservative and the way I disobeyed was through my appearance, in hopes to embarrass/shame her in the community in which she was well-known. I wore nothing but black, dyed my red hair every color under the sun, had "punk" haircuts and would go through a white can of Aqua Net (remember the old aerosol haze that would linger in a room? :) ) in less than a week. She hated all of it and I loved it.

[cara]

I was pretty tame as a youngster, too. Had I not been in a choir with very strict "dress code," I would probably have acted out a little more with the hair and facial piercings, etc. 9th-11th grade was the grunge phase for me. 12th grade was the hippie/granola phase, which didn't exactly wear off. ;) However, not being able to actively rebel did make me sneakier. For instance, my parents didn't notice for about a year that I had pierced my ears numerous times in the 8th grade.

[Rockinonahigh]

When I went to high school I went from prankster to the biggest rebel rouser anyone can emagine.I was an only child from parents who abandoned me before I was a year old,my grand parrents raised me but as the years went on my aunt who lived with them became my guardien,she wasnt happy to be responsable for me so spent a lot of time telling me so in many nasty way.Then she would deside to give parenting a go but really didnt have ner heart in it,she worked all the time so was gone a lot.My grand pa had passed and grannie was haveing old age mental probs at then point all I know was I wasnt wanted ...by any one in my home.I had aunts and uncles who would do right by me when they were around but they were military and were gone a lot.Any hoo, I turned into a wild child with a bad rep for being a trouble maker to the tenth degree.I knew the school office real well,once the assistant princeple tryed to use a paddle on me I told hime if he hit me with it I would whoop his ass so bad he would never forget it..insted I did six weeks of detention..most times I never went cause I was out raiseing hell with the rest of the rousers at school.It took a long time for me to get pass that stage of my life.Corse by then I had near been in juvi hall,wrecked two cars got many tickets for drag raceing down an old highway.Smoked,could cuss a blue streak..didnt care about jackshit.Not shure how I got thrue all that but I did over the years I had to growup a little cause I had two kids to raise on my own..I garentee I didnt treat them like I was treated cause they had it as good as I could give them.

[IrishGrrl]

Hmmm...I think I will keep the most naughty to myself. LOL

But..

My grandmother had this boyfriend who was 20 yrs her junior. (She was a hottie) I resented it when she would bring him clothes shopping with us, so I would hide in the round racks with needles I found all over the floor. (remember those?) I would play hotter/colder until he walked right past me, and as he did, I would stick him in the ass with a needle. *screaming with laughter* (it's still funny)

I tried everything to get rid of the guy. One of my favorite things to do to him, was pick my butt, and then run my finger under his nose leaving traces of butt smell. (Hey I was 6 ok?)

Also, I would carefully empty his cigerettes and refill them with grass and leaves.

He played the guitar. I was always fucking with the knobs and getting it out of tune. Once he would finally get it tuned, and start to play, I would run past fast as the devil and twist one before he could blink.

I would stand in front of the bathroom with african spears my grandmother used in her dancing, and make him tell me the password. I gave lots of clues. He never got it right. Eventually he would go pee in the backyard. I never changed the password...it was then, and still is...bananas at midnight. :)

[asphaltcowboi]

I cant blame my parents for any of what i did i had a great family and still do.. whats left of us anyway.
but i managed to get into plenty of trouble being the 7th of seven kids..mom and dad working all the time to give us a good life my oldest sister kind of raised us but she married and had family of her own when she was 15. so it was me and 5 brothers at home alone alot. i used to get caught wearning my bro tighty wihties often.. i dug a huge underground fort in the very back yard and took the lid to moms washer for a door (hatch) come the weekend i had to fill the fort in and return the hatch before i could go on to my next adventure. my bros hid a rattle snake in my toy box trying to scare me but instead i grabed it an stored it in moms washer..then forgot. till mom screamed.. of course i had no clue how that got there musta been one of the boys. used to fight with all the boys in the hood coming home with fat lips and black eyes being proud of it! used to take my english bulldog (that looked mean but wouldnt harm a fea) tie her to the swings at the school yard and say real loud"dont bite anyone" so the swings would empty for me. anything that got broke or misplaced around the house had to be one of the brothers! i like motorcycles at a young age. took my tricycle found some black paint and fliped the frame upside down so it looked like a chopper. refused to go to school as a freshman because all girls had to wear dresses so 6 mos into school i droped but hung out in the "field" with the stoners during school hours
had to get stiches in my chin for fighting and was proud. but i never did get into drugs and recieved my GED at 17. then recieved an AA in transportation mgmt at 20. at 21 drove truck coast to coast alone. hauling produce from the San Francisco an so bay area to hunts point market in the bronx ny until i was 26 then landed a local union driving job in san francisco making deliveries in back allys all night. turly thought i was the badest thing that walked. but when the love of my life left me while i was in hosp. from a bike wreck saying she needed to be with someone she knew would be alive the next day.. it became the best thing anyone had ever done! made me thik about my ways /my life/ and that i could do better. im still a little wild with my friends an the bikes sometimes but TG nothing i used to be!

[Tcountry]

I was a perfect angel til college...
Then again I had to be...small Midwestern town where my father was, and still is, state patrol...
I had an older brother & stuff he did got home before he did...there was no way I was gonna be bad! :)

College is another story.....lol

[MsTinkerbelly]

I was a perfect angel until 18 or so, then......:cigar2::sunglass::wine::4femme:

[Chancie]

I was never a hellion, always a good girl and a good student, and

I am a little sorry about that.

But it's all relative, isn't it?

My father's idea of what constituted proper behavior would seem horribly retrogressive to some.

He didn't want us to eat in public, and he would say,

Your aunt never smoked in public, as though

That was the most criminal of acts. :|

He was an old commie, and

Some of them thought that homosexuality was a decadent side effect of capitalism.

He was very self concious, for which I have much more sympathy than I did then, and

He was mortified when I got older and became less concerned about what he thought.

[WolfyOne]

A quick story, I was about 13 and took a pair of my oldest brother's pants and wore them to school. When he saw me in them after school, he started chasing me down the street and behind him was my mom with a broom stick. When he caught me I slid into the grass, stained and ripped his pants on purpose. My mom then proceeded to beat him with the broom in front of the neighbors for chasing me in the first place. Ripping my brother's pants and watching him get beat in front of the neighbors.........priceless.

Just remember though, I really am an :innocent:, with a hellion kind of edge to me :seesaw:

I have more stories while growing up in Chicago with 5 brothers, so I'll be back

[WolfyOne]

I was climbing the school roofs at a young age and I'd throw things at my brothers from them, then duck. It used to drive them nuts not knowing who was doing it.......until the day I got caught coming down from the roof.

Don't know if any of you know what skitching on the rear bumper of a car in the snow is, but my friends and I would do it often and drivers would get pissed and start screaming at us. One day I picked the wrong car to do it on and found out rather quick it was an unmarked police car. On top of that, the cops in it knew my dad. I was in big trouble that day........twice.

When garbage cans in Chicago were metal drums, my friends and I would go through the alleys at night and play a game called Paul Revere. We'd take the lids and fly them down the alley like frisbees, yell the British are coming and run, run, run.

I even had a friend that would hot wire cars, take us for joy rides and park the car back where he got it from.

We were real bad with a bb rifle and would shoot the street lights out when it was dark outside. One day the bb caught the back of a car window and we never went down that alley again.

At 15 a cousin shot me in the leg at home with one of my brother's guns on accident. My stupid brother forgot he fired the gun out his window that day, removed the clip and handed the gun to my cousin. All I could do was scream and say, my leg, my leg, I'm going to lose my leg. My cousin grabbed a bandana and tied it around my thigh. All he could say was, I saw this on TV once, so I hope it save you. When I look back on that day, I'm thankful the bullet hit my leg because it really could have caught me anywhere. That day my guardian angel was truly watching over me.

[Miss Scarlett]

Not sure if i would consider myself a true hellion but i did have my moments...my favourite being the purple haired punk rocker whose clothes were, for the most part, held together with safety pins...:innocent:

[AtLast]

I've always wanted to be a hellion. But, I really didn't even do much teen rebelling. More in college, though. Hell, I didn't come out until I was 24.

But, I sure like hellions!!

[Apocalipstic]

I tied my sister up when I was five :)

Her screams gave me a headrush.....Hellion?

[Glenn]

I became a real hellion after my parents put this tomboy butch in that Catholic girls high school. I am not very proud of what I put those poor nuns through..(it would take up three pages here) ahem..So I'll just say a few nuns literally cried saying goodbye to me that heavenly day they finially told me to leave.. amen ;)

[chefhottie25]

I was such a trouble maker in my younger years. The incident that brought me the most fame in high school...I put alka seltzers in a salt water fish tank in my biology class. Bubbles were everywhere and the entire class found it amusing. My teacher did not...she called my parents that night to tell them about it and all of my other class clown antics. I was promptly grounded.

[little_ms_sunshyne]

I was for sure a trouble maker...Where do I even start?

Had my first beer when I was in the 3RD GRADE! I will never forget it..beer in one hand and a little miss singing mermaid in the other!

We dissected a cat in Anatomy and Physiology...I took it upon myself to put the parts in my teacher's locker. The next morning she had an interesting greeting lol

I was the only kid in highschool with nipple rings and a tattoo! lol

I wont even tell you what happened in "church camp" within the "forest of prayer"! Lets just say, it was a little heavenly....lol

My dad was a holy roller for a while and my mother rarely says a curse word let alone does anything else not considered "ladylike".

I am surprised they still love me lol Anyhow, now no one would ever believe that I was a troublemaker.

[Venus007]

A story from my miss spent youth. . .

My sister and I would take the bus to school then hoof it to the south shore train or if we were broke we would hitch hike to Chicago, fool around for the day then hitch hike or take the train back and ride the bus home.

We loved flirting with those nice sailors in their beautiful uniforms around Great Lakes Naval Base

oh it is a wonder she and I are still alive today

[1PlayfulFemme]

I was a good girl....

And when I wasn't, I knew how to not get caught ;)

[Apocalipstic]

I taught the other kids how to play Blackjack on the church bus :)

[Gemme]

My first kiss with tongue was in a church.
:praying:

[cara]

My first kiss with tongue was in a church.
:praying:

i see your first kiss and raise you a first time i had sex was a threesome.

:blink:

[JAGG]

wow I could write a book I think . hahah When I have a little more free time, I will amuse, the easily amused, with my misadventures .:mohawk:

[Apocalipstic]

I made out heavily in the prayer room!

[Apocalipstic]

i see your first kiss and raise you a first time i had sex was a threesome.

:blink:

Was it in church though?

[cara]

Was it in church though?

lol. nope. :)

[Gemme]

i see your first kiss and raise you a first time i had sex was a threesome.

:blink:

Ooooh, naughty. When I was in the process of coming out, there was this woman....who was supposed to be this OTHER young woman's first time....

*innocent*

Was it in church though?

:rofl:

[cara]

By the time I was old enough to actually want to go to church, I was regularly raiding my brothers stash of porn magazines. Then I somehow decided to become Mormon.

:|

Don't ask me how that works. I still don't know what I was thinking.

[Gemme]

By the time I was old enough to actually want to go to church, I was regularly raiding my brothers stash of porn magazines. Then I somehow decided to become Mormon.

:|

Don't ask me how that works. I still don't know what I was thinking.

Maybe it's phonetic? P-OR-N. M-OR-MON. Works for me.

:eyebrow:

I haz an early day tomorrow (blech!), so it's nighty night for me.

[Medusa]

I got paddled my first day of Kindergarten because I bit a little girl who sat next to me and told the teacher "my pet dragon, Applehead, did it". :|

Not even a month later, I got paddled again because I tied another little girl to the tetherball pole with one of those really thin plastic jumpropes and left her there. She was still tied up when we all went in from recess and they didnt discover her for a while. :|

When I was about 9, my cousin and I broke into our church and screwed all the settings up on the organ (it played the Bossanova when the lady turned it on the next Sunday morning) and swam in the baptismal. :|

[dixie]

wow...y'all were just plain naughty in church. The only thing I ever really did in church was moon passing cars from the church bus during youth group field trips...lol

[Venus007]

When I was around 8 I taught my best friend DeAnna's birthday slumber party how to masturbate, then we all proceeded to gleefully wank off for quite some time. DeAnna's mother came in because she heard strange noises and found all 8-9 of us all going at it. She was a little upset. The piece de resistance was when I asked DeAnna's mom if she knew how to do it and offered to teach her.
I was not allowed to play with DeAnna any more after that.

[RockOn]

When I was three, tried to flush a home made dress pattern down my great grandmothers toilet. When it did not go down after a few flushes, I poked my hand in there and pushed on it as much as I could. They already had straight pins in them and had been cut out. I heard them coming to find out where I was and hid. They retrieved the pattern from the john. My grandmother and great grandmother were always selecting patterns and making prissy dresses for me from the time I was three years old until around seven. I purely hated those dresses or any dress for that matter. Seems to me they would have caught on much sooner ... because of the incident in the bathroom. I remember these dresses always involved outer lace covering and it was so scratchy under my arms - not that I would have liked them anyway.

At five years old, promised my mom if she would buy me the cowboy outfit I wanted for Halloween, then I would play with the doll she insisted on buying for me. Not sure if that one was the Chatty Kathy or the one that peed on itself and needed its diapers changed. At any rate, I tore its head off ... accidentally.

[Starbuck]

When I was a kid, I was such a pyromaniac it wasn't funny! My brother and I once set a large bush in the neighbor's yard on fire. That bush was right next to our detatched, wooden garage and the fire ended up burning part of the wall.

Anyway, large billowing, white puffs of smoke went up into the air :blink: causing a neighbor two houses down to come to our back gate to ask us if we had a fire going and thankfully by that time we had used 2-liter bottles of water from our swimming pool to put out the fire, so we told the truth and said, "no", LOL...those were the days.

[deb_U_taunt]

Made my sister eat some berries, because we were told they are poison. She didn't even get sick.

Cracked another sister's head open with a brick. She paid me back by breaking my arm.

Stole a FEW cars here and there.

Shoplifting paid for smokes and drugs.

Broke out of the girl's school, twice, they wouldn't take me back after that for some reason.

Threw a coke in a teacher's face.

They didn't even have to ask my name, when bringing me into Juvey by the time I was 14. I got a welcome back. :(

This doesn't even scratch the surface,

Had it all out of my system by 23.

[Turtle]

...starting at age four, I asked Rusty to go to the park with me to feed the ducks...with no parental units. Rusty's mom found us and left me there :blink:

When I was about 7, I walked off from day camp and decided to go play at the school down the street...just cuz.

In jr. high my favorite activity was running out of school when there was snow, going to the park and makin a pile of snowballs for when the school buses drove by...they always had OPEN windows...needless to say, I had a good arm...

I was always throwing or shooting something - spitballs, firecrackers, eggs...

Good thing I finally cut that shit out...and when my troublemaker son used to say, "And don't tell me you never did anything"...I would say, "Yeah, but I never got caught!"

[always2late]

I've always loved fresh tomatoes, and my parents used to grow them in the yard. Not those supermarket tomatoes...the big, red, juicy, REAL tomatoes! As you might have guessed, a few of those tomatoes ended up being thrown...but that's not what got me into huge trouble. When I was about 9, I was eating a tomato and noticed that the inside looked very much like the inside of my cheek. Expanding on that logic, I cut a thin piece of tomato out and scraped it until it looked like my tongue (it is amazingly realistic!) I then put it over my tongue and went to find my mom. "Hey mom," I yelled "there is something wrong with my tongue!" And when I saw I got her attention, I opened my mouth and started peeling off the tomato layer. My mother screamed loud enough to shatter an eardrum (she's a little bit of a hysteric) and ran to the phone, I assume, to dial 911. I stopped her before she did and showed her that it wasn't real...and then got a whuppin' for it. But I STILL chuckle when I think about it to this day (warped sense of humor)...so I guess it was worth it. ;)

[Rockinonahigh]

Fast horses,faster hot rods, jack daniels and hot women..need I say more.

[Cin]

I’m not sure what was wrong with me but for a good portion of my life I seemed rather clueless and unconcerned about the fragility of human life, especially in regards to my own. As a kid I wasn’t so much a hellion as I was an absent-minded possessor of exceedingly poor judgment. An early indicator of my lack of comprehension concerning the importance of protecting one’s person from harm was my love of playing chicken. Chicken was the name of any game where you either did something really stupid for a longer period of time or something dangerous more dangerously than the other idiots playing with you. I started around 5 and it was a game I always seemed to win, if indeed one could call the end results of many of these endeavors winning.

A minimally popular game I invented, called of course chicken, (don’t worry, what I lacked in imagination I made up for in dimness) when I was around 9 was to take shopping carts from the grocery store and race them down hills. The idea was to push the cart down a sloping, low volume side street, pick up speed, jump in and ride it toward a busy street into oncoming traffic, jumping back out at the last possible second hopefully knocking the cart over in the process so as to avoid it or you getting hit by a car. The object was to go faster than the other guy while also coming as close as you possibly could without actually getting hit by a car. How it usually turned out was whoever had the nerve to stay riding the longest won. I was pretty good at it. And I only lost a couple of carts and once got chased down the street by an irate driver. The guy seemed positively spastic because he had almost hit me with his car, yet was hell bent on getting his hands on me, seemingly with the sole purpose of doing me bodily harm. A puzzler that.

My mother’s favorite (and I use the term loosely) story was the time I got thrown off the Round-up at the amusement park. I met this kid at the park and he was telling me how he could do tricks on the Round-up. He could kneel on the chain and stuff like that. So we went on together and he started doing his tricks and I remember thinking hell, why not bypass this chain stuff all together. I told him let’s walk around. We can start slow and just go from standing station to standing station and then try to walk around the ride. I still remember how hard it was to fight the centrifugal force. Pulling away from the wall was like breaking suction. Walking was really a struggle. Then all of sudden I heard the sound of the hydraulic fluid releasing and the ride got horizontal, slowed down and stopped. I remember thinking that was a short ride, maybe somebody got sick. Then I noticed the ride operator. He was all red in the face and screaming at me to get off. Everyone else was told to stay on. The guy was apoplectic. There was spittle flying from his mouth as he hollered for me to never ever come back on any ride he was operating again. I remember being quite surprised at his reaction. I had no idea my doing a few tricks was going to cause such a problem. As I left the ride, I looked over at the crowd and saw my mother’s horrified face. Shit, where did she come from, I remembered thinking. Then I noticed my father standing next to her and he didn’t look so much horrified as he did very, very pissed. We both moved at the same. He came for me and I ran like hell through the park, over the fence surrounding the merry-go-round, and out the gate. Not sure where I thought I was going. I was only eleven, too young to get an apartment and support myself.

It took me years to figure out what all the fuss was about. I thought people just over reacted to my liking a rush every now and again. Initially, adrenaline was my drug of choice.

[Talon]

I’m not sure what was wrong with me but for a good portion of my life I seemed rather clueless and unconcerned about the fragility of human life, especially in regards to my own. As a kid I wasn’t so much a hellion as I was an absent-minded possessor of exceedingly poor judgment. An early indicator of my lack of comprehension concerning the importance of protecting one’s person from harm was my love of playing chicken. Chicken was the name of any game where you either did something really stupid for a longer period of time or something dangerous more dangerously than the other idiots playing with you. I started around 5 and it was a game I always seemed to win, if indeed one could call the end results of many of these endeavors winning.

A minimally popular game I invented, called of course chicken, (don’t worry, what I lacked in imagination I made up for in dimness) when I was around 9 was to take shopping carts from the grocery store and race them down hills. The idea was to push the cart down a sloping, low volume side street, pick up speed, jump in and ride it toward a busy street into oncoming traffic, jumping back out at the last possible second hopefully knocking the cart over in the process so as to avoid it or you getting hit by a car. The object was to go faster than the other guy while also coming as close as you possibly could without actually getting hit by a car. How it usually turned out was whoever had the nerve to stay riding the longest won. I was pretty good at it. And I only lost a couple of carts and once got chased down the street by an irate driver. The guy seemed positively spastic because he had almost hit me with his car, yet was hell bent on getting his hands on me, seemingly with the sole purpose of doing me bodily harm. A puzzler that.

My mother’s favorite (and I use the term loosely) story was the time I got thrown off the Round-up at the amusement park. I met this kid at the park and he was telling me how he could do tricks on the Round-up. He could kneel on the chain and stuff like that. So we went on together and he started doing his tricks and I remember thinking hell, why not bypass this chain stuff all together. I told him let’s walk around. We can start slow and just go from standing station to standing station and then try to walk around the ride. I still remember how hard it was to fight the centrifugal force. Pulling away from the wall was like breaking suction. Walking was really a struggle. Then all of sudden I heard the sound of the hydraulic fluid releasing and the ride got horizontal, slowed down and stopped. I remember thinking that was a short ride, maybe somebody got sick. Then I noticed the ride operator. He was all red in the face and screaming at me to get off. Everyone else was told to stay on. The guy was apoplectic. There was spittle flying from his mouth as he hollered for me to never ever come back on any ride he was operating again. I remember being quite surprised at his reaction. I had no idea my doing a few tricks was going to cause such a problem. As I left the ride, I looked over at the crowd and saw my mother’s horrified face. Shit, where did she come from, I remembered thinking. Then I noticed my father standing next to her and he didn’t look so much horrified as he did very, very pissed. We both moved at the same. He came for me and I ran like hell through the park, over the fence surrounding the merry-go-round, and out the gate. Not sure where I thought I was going. I was only eleven, too young to get an apartment and support myself.

It took me years to figure out what all the fuss was about. I thought people just over reacted to my liking a rush every now and again. Initially, adrenaline was my drug of choice.


*chuckle*....This is great!

[deb_U_taunt]

I still have burn scars from playing chicken with cigarettes.

We had a shopping cart track, too. My mom had enough, when my cousin opened up his head on a curb though. lol

Chicken was the name of any game where you either did something really stupid for a longer period of time or something dangerous more dangerously than the other idiots playing with you.

[Cin]

I still have burn scars from playing chicken with cigarettes.

We had a shopping cart track, too. My mom had enough, when my cousin opened up his head on a curb though. lol

Ya, played that, forearm to forearm, loser moves first.

I thought I invented that shopping cart into oncoming traffic game. Probably kids all over with access to shopping carts, hills and plenty of traffic figure out how to put it all together for a delightful mixture of fun and near death experiences.

And I’m pretty positive my mother would have been quite upset to see me careening into on coming traffic atop a shopping cart. It is an activity I’m sure she would have strongly discouraged had she learned of it.

A fun game we often played in North park was “BWANNA”. I came from a place devoid of creativity. Our parks had uninspired names like North Park, South Park, the East End Park and in the Italian section, Columbus Park, perhaps this contributed to my lack of imagination. Anyway at least this game wasn’t named chicken. The rules were simple, one guy was “BWANNA” and he or she had a stick and would chase everyone else until he/she hit one other person with the stick, once you were hit with the stick you found a stick of your own and began chasing people trying to whack them and so on and so on until everyone but one person had a stick. That poor schmuck was the winner and then everyone chased him or her with their sticks, ran the guy down and beat him/her enthusiastically, yelling “BWANNA”. It was always a bittersweet victory. After turning 13, some of us from the old neighborhood would still play this game but we took acid or mescaline first. It added a dimension.

Ah, good times, good times.

[ruffryder]

let's seee.. takes out the list*

I threw a lawn dart into my cousins head. he had to have surgery. thankfully he wasn't left disabled or worse. he is fine.

We would raid the liquor cabinet at home and invite friends over to play quarters all day.

We would sneak to the back shed to smoke.

I called an 800 number and racked up my grandparents bill cause I was curious.

I used to get whacks with a garden hose and pinched in church so I must have done something wrong.

I took off on my bike for the day with a friend and rode to another town 12 miles away without permission and got busted.

I kissed a girl in her tree house and copped a feel.

I would shoot squirrels and birds with a bb gun and throw rocks at them.

I blew up barbies and gi joes and anything else with fireworks including my fingers.

I burned ants and flooded them.

oh wow, i'm such a good boy now compared to then :blink:

[Words]

I blew up barbies and gi joes and anything else with fireworks including my fingers.

Okay, I definitely need new glasses.

I read this the first time as ''I blew up babies and gi joes....''!!!

[ruffryder]

Okay, I definitely need new glasses.

I read this the first time as ''I blew up babies and gi joes....''!!!


haaa, arrrrrr. I would definitely have some issues there! :|

[luv2luvgirls]

when I was little my pop had this HUGE salt water fish tank with lots of sharks and a few rare fish,anyway I loved milk so one day while drinking my milk.. I had a thought ..hmm I bet the fish would love a drink of milk,so into the tank I poured my glass of milk :| I was in trouble

When I was 3 or 4 my sisters were painting and left it on the floor :blink: yes I played in it with my feet and liked making footprints all through the bedroom and hallway.. I tried denying I did it,but yeah the paint all over me gave it away

I also thought I was stronger and tougher than my parents gave me credit for when I was 4,so I decided one day to take our white german shepard for a walk "I was told I was not to ever do this".. neekid.. thats important :winky: so soon she was distracted by a squirrel and I was being dragged behind her.. I held on for so long that when I let go I didnt know where I was,so I wandered till a cop picked me up,I was all bloody and neekid...plus I didnt wanna go home and face my pops, in the station house I went with them all playing with me,they put a cop shirt on me and a badge and thier hat. I was lovin it,till they found out who my parents were,was in trouble one for losing the dog and two for being neekid :|

when I was 5 I wanted to cut hair with clippers.. so the cat that happened to be an angora became my lil guinea pig.. it was bald when I was done

I liked to play with my pops colonge but I couldnt use what came out of the bottle .. ohh no I needed it to be unique so I would mix this much of that one with this much of this one.. poor pop never could keep some colonge or me out of his stuff

at a young age I decided I was my families keeper,which meant dont even look sideways at my older siblings,one day in 3rd grade I look up and see my brother who was in 4th in the hall upstairs and a patrol was messing with him,well I couldnt have that I marched over and football punted the poor 5th grader. I was in soooo much trouble

in 5th grade I was accused of something I didnt do,so I wouldnt admitt to doing what the teacher was adamant I did,was sent to the VP's office for a paddling,it was all wood like a cricket bat with holes drilled in for less wind resistance,well I wouldnt make a noise and he got madder that made me lol at him so he ended up breaking his paddle on my butt.. shoot my pop could hit the hyde off your ass,that guy wasnt doing nuttin

[ruffryder]

ADDING TO THE LIST..

EVER BEEN TOILET PAPERING OR EGGING?

YEA, ME 2!

:devil:

[BrownEyedAngel]

Hmmm....let's see....ahem...

Age 3...got a spanking for kissing my neighbor Leigh....and her sister, Amy....I wasn't allowed to play with them anymore...

Age 4....Dumped my preemie baby brother out of my doll cradle that Mom had borrowed from me because he was so small (he was fine, he landed on the dog)

Age 5....wasted an entire kitchen drawer full of trading stamps when I stuck them all over my brother ( I was gonna mail him to China)

Age 8....got in BIG trouble for showing the preacher's daughter Sonya how to French kiss....

Age 11.....got caught smoking

By the time I was a teenager I was drinking, smoking pot, & sneaking out....yeah, you could say I was a hellion....:)

[Bad_boi]

I broke a lot of things. Some on purpose some just because.
I wouldn't do my schoolwork if I didn't think it was useful (algebra)
I played a shit ton of practical jokes.

I also stole pokemon cards on occasion because I was an 11 year old badass, lol JK :jester:

[undone]

Let's see...

I was always in trouble for playing kissing games with Laura in my Lutheran kinder-garden, yep even liked the boish ones back then. :brightbulb:

I would do stupid things for spite, like knocking over the chair and refusing to pick it up made my mom so made after asking and telling me that my aunt who lived down the block heard her screaming at me and came to check on us. I still wouldn't pick it up for my mom or my favorite aunt. Mom was in tears when she gave up.

Dad was building a large play house bigger than my bedroom and he had some windows he was gonna use in it left over from a job somewhere else, apparently he took too long and I soon discovered I thoroughly enjoyed the sound of breaking glass. looked up as I was smashing the last one when I saw his shadow on the ground... opp's didn't think that one through did I?

I decided long pig tails were too tight and pulling out my mind so I didn't want them anymore i tried to cut them my self between my scalp and the hair tie i gave up half way through and when mom took my hair out to brush it my long pretty blond hair that she loved ended up in her hand and she freaked out! My cousins love this story, more than thirty years latter they still find it funny has hell.

The teenage years were mostly jumping off various roofs, Showing the guys in the apartment complex that a girl could take them on and win, watching the other girls get drunk and stupid, filling the hot tub with soap, sneaking out just to sneak out or jump the gate of the local pool with no one else around was my favorite nighttime pastime float in the darkness and star at what ever stars that could be seen in some variance of San Bernadino or Riverside Southern California.