Sometimes I Think

      
What's the worst thing you did as a little kid? (smeared cheese on the wall, accidentally called Japan, called one of your mom's friends' fat, inadvertently downloaded Pentagon files to your dad’s computer, etc.)

My answer:  When I was about 8 years old, a relative called my parents and said they were nearby and they would be over in about an hour.  The house needed a little tidying so my Mom put us to work.  I remember I got to mop!  I thought it was fun!  Then my Uncle, Aunt and their kids arrived.  We were talking about all sorts of things.  I wanted to join in the conversation so I piped in, "You should have seen us before you got here!  We were cleaning up a storm!  I got to mop!"  My Mom just looked at me.  After they left she told me that was not what you said to guests when they arrived, that you had just cleaned your house before they got there!

Now tell us what you did as a child!

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• #26 Comment from standsbyriver 
  4/4/08 9:39 PM | Permalink

  As a young girl in HS, I had been made to work in the office of the school for other offences I had done which I don't remember at the moment.  If you were absent, you had to go into the office first thing in the morning and get the principle to sign a permit slip and have each one of your teachers sign it at each class.  Well, while there, I stole packs of pads and forged the principles signature and sold these to students who wished to ditch school.
  
  I also had an uncle who was schizophrenic and my brother and I thought it was funny that he thought my grandmother's house where he lived was bugged.  We sent him under the house to look for bugs down there as we told him we'd seen them.  They were there.  But they were REAL bugs, not listening devices. I was eight.  He was under that house almost all day.  Hanging my head in shame about it now.
  
  http://journals.aol.com/standsbyriver/killing-the-blues/
• #25 Comment from gryphondear 
  4/3/08 10:09 AM | Permalink

  >I know, I know, it's already Thursday, but I thought I should put in my 2 cents worth.
  >I ran away at the age of 10. The house was empty when I got home from school. My aunt called and asked if Mother was home from the big city yet. I got to feeling unloved, so I put a pair of bermuda shorts on under my skirt and a package of crackers in my pocket and set out for... wherever. I got about ten miles away when a woman whose daughter was in my Sunday School class saw me walking down the road past their farmhouse.
  >She called the sheriff, who sent an officer out to talk me into riding back to town with him. The woman offered to take me, but I think I wanted some protection, because I knew the folks would not be pleased that I had run off. Indeed, my mother offered to send me to the Girls' Reformatory if I ever ran away again.
  >  ;^P Jan the Gryphon
• #24 Comment from breakaway1968 
  4/2/08 10:29 AM | Permalink

  OH this is too funny!  My kids did this to me before too.  I felt so embarrassed!  
• #23 Comment from sassydee50 
  4/1/08 11:54 PM | Permalink

  Another time in third grade  I asked the nun/teacher what the Commandment, "Thy shalt not touch thyself", meant? I was surprised when she sent me home to ask my mother! lol~Deb
• #22 Comment from sassydee50 
  4/1/08 11:44 PM | Permalink

  Once when I was trying to hold my baby sister so carefully, I dropped my little glass piggy bank on her head! ;-0 Deb