When I was a baby I'd have baths with my brother because my parents didn't want to run bath water twice. I would consistently poop in the tub. I was potty trained.
Horrible Things We Did As Children
When I was a baby I'd have baths with my brother because my parents didn't want to run bath water twice. I would consistently poop in the tub. I was potty trained.
I loved pouring salt on slugs and watching them foam up.
Originally Posted by Fynn
When I was about seven years old I shoved a kid in a school locker and shut it. No one knew the combination and he was stuck there until the janitor came and sawed the lock off.
SWEETIE PLEASE!
I told my sister that if she didn't go the hell to sleep, one-armed zombies from the moon were going to come down to earth and kill her. The zombies I made up did not have eyelashes, and that was apparently the thing that caused her the most distress and continues to cause her distress into her adult life, as she reminds me whenever she sees me.
Also, I squirted Windex into another sister's eyes but it was on accident. I really liked the blue color and just wanted to pull on the nozzle, and she happened to be sitting right in front of it.
hahshfj eyelashes what in the actual hell
These are all great. Please keep them coming. :shiny:
I will tell another one.
One time for no particular reason other than I liked to draw on things, I drew what I thought was a masterpiece on my brother's desk. He didn't like and neither did my mother or grandmother.
I distinctly remember mucking up electrical outlets by pushing in as much of a Kraft cheese slice into them as I could for no reason whatsoever when I was very young.
Nothing immediately comes to mind during those young childhood years.
I've done some things in my teenage years I'm not proud of. I feel like if I dig through the recesses of my mind I'll find something I don't want to think about.
I didn't do very many horrible things as a kid, at least not many that still stand out to me now. I probably did things to try to get my brother and sister in trouble whenever they made me mad once in a while.
The only thing that really sticks out is one time in first grade I woke up and decided I didn't want to go to school that day and decided to act terribly sick. I told my mom I was sick and couldn't go and tried to go back to sleep. I couldn't sleep and felt so terrible about it that about 20 minutes later I left my room to tell my mom that I didn't feel sick at all. She then proceeded to lecture me about how she had already called in to work and how we couldn't afford to have her not going into work/using up her sick days/something along those lines. I felt even worse that I have never skipped a class without good reason since.
I have a million stories.
not really, but....
I had a beta fish that I'd gotten for my 7th bday (I was in 1st grade)... It died and my dad got his boots on thinking we'd have to bury it and have a funeral.
..... I wondered out loud if my brother's cat would eat it... And I fed it to her. She ate it.
Ah, I'll claim to have done that one.
I remember taking 3 days off in a row so I could marathon FFVII, (SPOILER)on top of the fact that I was scared of being bullied at the time. I was in middle school, so no one had to stay home with me.
I'm still not sorry.
Have fun, Del Murder & Miriel!
When I was a wee sprog, I used to think it was hilarious to dial 111 and talk to emergency services if I was bored.
I was maybe 8 and a kid from two or three grades higher pushed me in the snow.
I was so pissed I got up, grabbed him by the coat and kicked him in the balls. Or I would have if I had good aim. Instead I hit where his diaphragm was and instead of a normal kick it was more of a stomp. He couldn't breathe for like a minute and fell down and freaked out.
No one messed with me again for years but I always felt like trout because of it.
My little sister did this to me. Either that or our mom just kept us in so long she couldn't hold it anymore.When I was a baby I'd have baths with my brother because my parents didn't want to run bath water twice. I would consistently poop in the tub. I was potty trained.
What the hell is wrong with you?
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I can't remember evil things I did as a child. I tricked my sister into eating catfood once. The dry kind. She said it was salty. Honestly I just did really stupid things to myself, like shove beads up my nose so far that my half blind grandpa had to get them out. Or tying myself to a tree with string and my half blind grandpa having to cut me loose. Or when I threw a stick into the air pretending I was a baton twirler and cracking myself in the mouth causing my half blind grandpa to laugh hysterically.
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Oh, I just remembered one that apparently I did when I was only like 2 or 3. I don't actually remember this happening; it's something my parents told me about.
Anyways, apparently once my mom went into another room and then came back into the dining room to find that I had managed to get on top of the table with one of my sister's Barbie dolls and was smashing it up and down into the fishbowl. I think I said something along the lines of "I'm swimming!" In that, I managed to kill one of our fish. That was pretty terrible.
Not horrible on my end, but I'm pretty sure once around that same age, my brother and sister were supposed to be watching me while my mom was doing work in the back yard. They decided not to and I ended up falling off the deck of our side porch thing. My life is full of stuff like that, though. I once tripped over my shoe laces and managed to do somersaults down our long concrete stairway just before a soccer practice. I've gotten two black eyes at once on my birthday because I was running around the house, tripped, and landed face-first into the edge of a coffee table (right after my parents had just told me to stop doing that). There was also a time where I was sitting in my dad's recliner as a real little kid and my brother thought it would be funny to run up and slam down as hard as he could on the foot rest. I flew up into the air and smashed my nose into the corner of a table. Again, my siblings were supposed to be watching me. My sister the proceeded to run out and tell my mom, "Blood. Blood everywhere." Good times.
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