What's the worst thing you ever got in trouble for as a kid?

Honestly, I hate to sound like a miss-goody-two-shoes but the worst thing I can think of now is sassing my mother, and to punish me, she made me take a bite out of a bar of soap. She even made me chew and swallow it! Gag!

I am sure I can think of something worst...I probably just have selective memory right now. LOL!!!

Throwing rocks near my step dad's truck and I shattered the window! When he asked I said a bird flew into it and broke it!!!  Yea...I was bad at telling lies!!

I use to hide my report card too!!!

And the usual fighting with my sister!! We use to really get into it and kitchen utensils were ususally involved!!!  It hurts when you get smacked by a wooden spoon!!! She still does it too!!!

Okay, I remember, I did do worse things but I didn't get in trouble for them because I was too little and didn't know what I was doing.

When I was three and my brother was two, my mother said she heard me saying, "Here baby, drink this." She knew she hadn't given us any liquids and ran out to see what I was talking about and got there just in time to stop my brother from taking a swig of kerosene. They took him to the hospital and had him checked out just to be sure he hadn't accidentally ingested any.

LOL @ Captain Bob!

I do remember something else actually. I was about six years old and I decided to stick my head through the railings on this wrought iron bookcase in my grandparents living room. I don't know why.  Anyway, I got it in there but couldn't get it out and neither could my mother or grandmother, so they had to wake up my grandfather (who worked the night shift at the post office and slept during the day) to get me out.

I had never heard my grandfather use that kind of language before.  He was cranky from being awakened and it turned out not to be a simple task. He ended up having to get tools to take the thing apart to get me out!  I never did that again.

Captian!!

Was all this by the age of 12????  LOL!!!  Just kidding!

Well,

Smoking started at seven and was routine by the time I was eight.

Beer drinking by nine and sneaking hard stuff by ten.

Gun mischief ten to thirteen (nothing violent)

Arson eight to twelve (starting fires in abandoned steam locos, setting floating fires in flooded quarries, no malicious property damage)

Explosives began at nine making homemade firecrackers and pipe bombs made with match heads. To this day I mess with explosives (job related)

I had a very busy childhood.

Cheers,

Bob