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what is the worst thing you did as a child?
for example, a friend's child squirted a $50 tube of clinique foundation on the wall and painted with it.
another friend's child recently chopped her own hair into a mullet and she is a flowergirl in a wedding in two weeks.
me? i put a pb sandwich into the VCR and then used a crayon to pry it out.
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Re: what is the worst thing you did as a child?
I threw my brother into a coffee table which resulted in a trip to the emergency room and 12 stitches in the face.
Whenever I was left unattended with a phone in the room I called 911.
Lets see I did my fair share of things.I once drew a house on my bedroom floor (carpeted) and then pulled my play kitchen over it so my mom couldn't see it. I then dumped my moms liquid makeup in the sink of my play kitchen, little did I know at 5 that the plug in the sink wasn't real and it leaked through the sink into the fake cabinet and all over the carpet below. And finally I decided to give myself a hair cut, but instead of just cutting my bangs or the bottom I stuck the scissors in my hair and started cutting..boy did I look like a boy after that.
I was practicing swinging my sister's softball bat against a pillow, missed, and left a dent the size of, well, a softball in the wall.
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I once stormed off to my room unaware that my sister was following me and slammed my door..except her fingers were in the back of it and got squished. Luckily nothing broken, but I can't even imagine how badly that hurt.
Me: I got into a water fight with some neighborhood kids, but didn't realize that the steel pot full of water that was sitting in the hot sun would be basically scalding and I dumped it on a kid. He was ok but oh did it scare the crap out of me!
My brother: While in kindergarten gym class, he and a friend were spinning each other around and he accidently tossed the other kid into a wall and knocked out his front tooth.
Oh and he too stuck a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the VCR while my 101 Dallmatians video was inside. I was bitter until my parents bought me a new video!
Also, I would catch turtles and put them in the swimming pool.
I used $200 worth of my sisters art supplies to paint one picture.
I superglued my brothers pillows to his bed and his deodorant to his dresser. More than once.
I ran into my Dads truck with my bike going full speed down a hill. It left a huge dent (and effed up my bike and my pride), but I didn't say a word about it to anyone. He just assumed that someone hit it in a parking lot.
Bahahahaha I just popped in and saw this and have a few good ones to share...
- Brother and I once threw whole cups of orange soda in the air and tried to "catch" them in our mouths. On my mom's white carpet, next to the beige couches. Apparently we didn't understand the properties of liquids.
- I shaved the hair off ever every doll (and a majority of the teddy bears) I ever owned and then threw MAJOR meltdowns when I was explained to (for the 7493784923759th time) that it wasn't gonna grow back
- Brother and I used to throw lunch meat and cheese from our sandwiches (we only liked pb&j, dammit!) on the ceiling when parents weren't looking. Then later at dinner, a slice of ham or something would fall on the table.
- I dared brother to see what was inside a VHS tape so he unraveled the whole thing. Then we wanted to see if all of them were like that...
Seriously, my brother and I were a-holes when we were kids. I'm surprised my parents didn't wrap the entire house in plastic and tie us to chairs.
I didn't do anything near like that. I just terrorized my brother and messed up his routines (he's autistic.) The only thing I did then, and still do now and have gotten Steve to do, is attack my brother with the Christmas tree. (Explanation: My brother, don't know why, is afraid of the Christmas tree. We think it's a tactile thing, he always thought it was sharp, even though my dad would hug it to show him it's not.) Anyhoo... I would take a small, teeny branch off the bottom, and chase him through the house with it like a savage. He'd scream, run, hide...so I started putting the branch under his sheets in his bed. So he'd find it the next morning. **Before you accuse me of being a horrible person, he'd laugh while he was running, and still laugh afterwards. So he was scared, but still found it funny.**
I still do this every year, despite the death threats from my grandma.