Things you got away with as a child..

When i was little about 3 i was obsessed with the sugar bowl...it was the greatest thing in the world...well one day my mom left the room to go get the mail when she came back in i had sugar up my arm and all over my face...there was my mom looking at her blue eyed...blonde curly haired little girl....covered in sugar VERY angry because she told me numerous times to stay away from the sugar about to scream at me when i say in the cutest voice possible "I love you mommy" she said right then and there was she no longer pissed at me :D
 
Anyone remember those boxes of Lifesavers candy? They were a pack of 8 rolls in this neet little folded gift box..

As a kid I LOVED lifesavers (still do mind you..) and each time around Christmas my mom would buy a box for the two of us to share through the holidays.. And each Christmas I would ALWAYS be caught using a step stool to to reach the top of the fridge where they were kept trying to steal a few away.. And she would always scold me on how it was important to share and not take things without asking..

One christmas (I think I was 6 or 7) that she caught me... She had a camera in hand.. The first pic she got was of the stunned look on my face as I was frozen reaching out for the candy... The next two pics were of me smiling as I got my hand on the box and of me in the middle of taking that box away and leaving from the crime scene..

After pic one, she started laughing and told me I was wrong again, but it was too cute too miss so I was to keep going for the cameras sake.. I did :)
 
Sounds like a very happy memory, dearest lionness- and a great grandpa!kiss:

I remember being told at school - you can't commit sins until you reach the age of reason. Another time I was told you reach the age of reason when you're seven. I was a year younger than the other kids in my class and when it came to apple stealing season, I remember saying to the gang, "You wait here, I'll get them. I've not reached the age of reaon yet and you have.":
 
My Younger Brother had a trick if steeling the small gob stopper and anaseed ball sweets and swallowing them whole :eek:
So one day I put in to the sweet bag steeles (steel ballbarings) painted red. He pinched them and necked the lot in one go about 10-15 of them
When my parents found put they could not tell me off for laughing as my little bro was on the pan and the sound of PING as metal hit porcalin :devil: :devil: :)
 
Luscious Lionness said:
I recall my grandpa teaching me how to drive. We were hauling hay and he was teaching me how to drive a stick shift! I was too short and popped the clutch constantly! He would get so mad at me his face would turn as red as a ripe tomatoe! But he always remained calm. I started out only in first. One day, after I had mastered changing the gears , we were heading to the back pasture to feed the cows and there was a big ass tree in the lane. Instead of slowing down, I accidently gased it and nippe the mirrow leaving a dent . I felt horrible. My grandpa, smiled and said, "Dont worry about it. You know an inch is as good as a mile!":heart:

like out of a movie... I wished that I had a memory like that...
 
I still get away with murder....


When I was thirteen my big cousin, (was 12 and weighed 135) and I got my little sister (85lb) to stand on one end of a makeshift teeter totter and then we jumped on the other end and watched her go flying.

That was one evil thing I got away with.
 
jumping off the school roof (one story) without seriously injuring myself (6th grade)
 
Once when i was 12 i stole a beer from my dad's case. I took one sip, didn't like it, then put some saran wrap and an elastic around the top and put it in my closet.

The next day my dad confronted me and in a trembling voice i told him that one of my friends must have climbed through my window the night before and was trying to play a joke on me.

He just looked at me with a big smile and said "ok, that's good."

Of course it didn't dawn on me that it was obvious b/c the beer missing out of his case was the same one in my closet....
 
Stole all of the centrefolds from my old mans porn mag collection and sold them at school.....got away with that but look where i ended up 20 years later------HERE:D
 
I ah...don't know what possesed me but as my little brother was entering kindergarten I taught him to spell his name and to make sure his teacher knew becouse she'd be real happy with him...his name being spelled s-h-i-t. I also didn't get away with that...
 
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