we had a kid at school who was pretty unpopular. I wasn't a bully but I'm ashamed to say that in a mob situation I went with the flow. one day in a lunch break we were playing crap tennis (must have been Wimbledon time) and everyone started 'stinging him up' with tennis balls. I hit one and hit him right in the eye by complete accident. He never came back to school (his parents moved him) and had to have a load of operations on his eye. I still think about it to this day, and don't know his name to apologise.. .much as I'd like to. He didn't 'grass up' any of us, reckon he was a much cooler kid than we realised.
Things you did as a child that you now regret?
heard of someone emptying a margarine tub and pooing in that, then putting the margarine back on top and returning it to the fridge...nasty surprise as it gets low and you want your morning toast. ewww.
That is seriously disgusting.
Margarine on toast!!
There are some seriously dirty bastards on this thread* :-/
*If claims are true
Wow, quite the confessional in here!
I stole from the local supermarket when I was a kid (9 or 10) - didn't get caught but the sense of guilt/shame was incredible and has probably had something to do with the fact that I've done little else illegal since!
When I was about 6:
*My father taught at Falmouth College of Art
*I liked Volcanoes and breaking rocks up to see crystals
The head of the department had a house party, my family was invited. I was soon bored, and sat on top of a Cornish hedge looking fr interesting rocks.
I picked up a good sized one examined it and discarded it from my perch. RIGHT ONTO the head of a toddling child - the child of the Head of the Department. Laid him out cold. An ambulance was called. We left. My father had rather a hard time at work for a while after that...
When I was about 15 I suddenly remembered doing it. Asked my father about it - the git sought [justifiable] revenge - told me [an untruth] he said I'd messed the kid up for life!
The only problem with this jape was that he wondered off and forgot to tell me it wasn't true for a few weeks. I felt bloody awful!!
I did many other things to make his life interesting too....
hahah castanea you win! Takes the term "crop dusting" to a whole new level
The worst thing is so e of the stories have made me laugh a fair bit!
I did a fair few silly things as a kid / teenager, some worse than others but generally I don't I was that bad. I never mucked around with drugs or got into fights or was a bully.
One of my friends had a girlfriend who was always having house parties because her folks were never about. Two of my other mates really hated her for sone reason so thought it would be funny to by a trout and hide it in the kitchen. They put it on top of one of the kitchen cupboards and pretty soon it started to smell pretty rotten. This obviously caused a lad of grief fir the girl in question and I feel bad fir never telling her what it was, where it was or who did it.
At one of said parties, one of the lads who hid the trout fell asleep / passed out and I was the ring leader in drawing on his face with a permanent marker...all the usual stuff; Hitler tash, glasses and a massive man sausage on his forehead. The poor guy had a driving lesson first thing the next morning and couldn't get it off! The girl's mum was trying to scrub it off with a scourer. The poor bugger had to endure a two hour driving lesson with all of that on his face. Luckily he saw the funny side.
One if my worst moments of judgement was taking a BB gun in the school bus. Egged on by a mate, we shot a couple of people with it which landed us in a whole heap of trouble. This was shortly after the Dunblain shootings so not good timing. I very nearly got expelled for that but just ended up with weeks of detention. My sister bore the brunt of the BB gun too (before it was taken off me).
Other than that it was the usual stuff like mucking girls about, being an idiot with bangers and fireworks and throwing snowballs at moving cars (and hiding when they stopped).
putting some chili seeds up my sister's nose when she was 5 or 6.
Seeing her cry like that makes me feel bad still.
breaking my front teeth trying to do nose manuals on a bmx when I was 8.
Had various implants done since then, at great cost and pain.
Running away from home, I got on the eurostar to paris, then a train to turin,then another to central italy to see my dad in Italy when I was 15.
My mum was right.
most of all I regret not having confidence in myself.
Many things in the rich tapestry of growing up .
Pushed my brother down a flight of stone steps and smashed his head open . Lots of Claret.
Launched a cricket bat at a foxhole ( playing war ) just as Timothy Luker poked his head up. More Claret .
Set fire to a large bonfire at the local Scout campsite , maybe 4 hours before the Scouts wanted it lit. Retired to a safe distance and heard ' Somebodys lit the campfire ' .
Got into some trouble at school with knives , air pistols , fire extinguishers , water bombs , cigarettes, alcohol, all the usual stuff really .
Graffiti in some fresh concrete in a very prominent location. Most times I take my family to visit my folks we walk past it, 35 years on.
I remember a water fight in the library with fire extinguishers.
I hit Martinxyc with a big stick and he was still going on about it earlier this week thirty years later.
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