Ever done something wrong as a child (under 12)...

Guru Maith Agut

... and then instantly regretted doing it?

For instance:

I was 11 at the time and went to a school where there was a nearby lake. While waiting for the train one day me and my brother saw a Coote (bird found by most lakes, black and white in colour) swimming in the lake minding its own business. Needless to say I said to him "I bet I could hit it with a stone". Now this bird was all of 30/35 yards from the shore but call it a lucky shot (not for the poor bird) if you will, I threw a medium sized skimmer out in its general direction and caught it flush in the head :eek: It turned upside down instantly and its little legs were flailing about in the air. I nearly **** myself and threw out sticks to see if it could grab onto something and stop it from drowning but to no avail as it was so far from shore. To this day i remember that incident vividly and I'm not prowd of it but if you asked me to throw something so precisely I'd be doing well to get it so perfectly once out of twenty times I'd reckon. Anyway, I'm sure God will forgive me in his ultimate wisdom
What have you done that made you feel really bad afterwards?

MrSinn

When i was about 8 my brother and i smashed every window in the back of our school,the next day we said that we seen one of the older lads(the bully)doing it,he got suspended for 2 weeks !!

I still feel good about that.

scojones

The priest said I would go to heaven

Devon

:eek:

MrSinn

sjones wrote:

The priest said I would go to heaven

And you're still here,man what a let down

Aisling(",)

I did a lot of shoplifting when i was younger if that counts.

oh and i scratched loads of cars by accident

Chucky the tree

by accident? you simple?


Reminds me though, the front of cars where they have the car symbol, knicked a few of those, and it wasnt by accident.

Matthewthebig

Yore Ma!

Aisling(",)

Chucky the tree wrote:

by accident? you simple?

no im not simple i was like 5 and 6 and couldnt cycle well and crashed inot them

projectmayhem

once time in school a mate and i were having a little fight, he pushed me back, and i retorted with another push... sadly he was too weak and went back into the wall... and split his head open on the corner

my parents never found out thankfully

raheny red

I use to suck the juice out of dandelions :eek:

JohnCleary

Oh where to begin...

A vivid one was... When I was about 4, (or whatever age you begin to write) I engraved my name with a stone... on my next door neighbours car bonnet. Took me years to see the wrongness in it... Still makes me laugh to this day

gilroyb

JohnCleary wrote:

Oh where to begin...

A vivid one was... When I was about 4, (or whatever age you begin to write) I engraved my name with a stone... on my next door neighbours car bonnet. Took me years to see the wrongness in it... Still makes me laugh to this day

How can you not see how this was wrong? You obviously should have engraved your brothers/friends name in it, not yours!

Rb

I released the handbrake in the car twice when I was left in it by myself (and it was parked on a hill).
The first time resulted in the car rolling backward and hitting another car, resulting in damage to both cars.
The second time resulted in the car rolling backward into a gate post, damaging the back of the car and the post.
Oh well...

junkyard

Chucky the tree wrote:

by accident? you simple?


Reminds me though, the front of cars where they have the car symbol, knicked a few of those, and it wasnt by accident.

Hey! that was my car each time.:mad:

Pighead

Its early June in 1986. Pigheads 9 and his sisters 7. I'm living out in the sticks and I'm bored out of my mind. (Masturbation would be a whole 3 summers away). I need something to engage my demanding 9 year old brain. And there it is, a big dirty wasp nestled on my sisters hair. The idea comes to me in a flash (Pighead was a gifted child).

Pighead: Hey ya sis, look at me slapping the top of my head whilst pulling the funny face. Copy me its great great fun.
Pigheads sister: Okay Pighead, I look up to and respect you with all my heart, I can't see how this is going to be fun but I shalll trust you.

She starts slapping her head while making a funny face, at around about the same time the wasp starts stinging her head while making an angry face.
Result: Pigheads sister wailing like a baby whos teething and as the wasp flew away it carried with it the lost trust of a sister which still hasn't returned to this day. She fcuking hates me.

WhiteWashMan

i tried to set up the sprinkler in the livingroom when i was about 5.
not too sure why. maybe i wanted to water the furniture and see it grow?

Peace

I used my mums lipstick to draw on the wallpaper. I have very vague memoires of that one.

I stood on the kitchen stool and started throwing plates ont he ground to see what would happen.

I allowed two hamsters to fight each other just to see which would win. My brothers won and my hamster later died of its injuries.

I threw wet toilet paper at my sisters door while she was studying. (Used to do this a lot actually just to wreck her head). This time she came running out of the room like a scene from Dawn of the Dead, so i went running downstairs to the safety of the room mum and dad were in. She was hot on my tails. On the last corner there were jackets on the banister so i pulled them down behind me to slow her down but it just served to trip her up on the stairs and sprane her ankle very badly.

Detuned all the channels (we had 6 channels back then) from the TV.

My bigger brother pissed me off in the back garden one day and i was so mad he was actually running away from me. i Picked up a hurley and threw it at him and caught him across the back of the legs. I made him cry. Fvck him, he always bullied me and is still a cvnt to me today.

Mexicola

Yea I had one of those lucky shots too when I was young... me and a mate were playing duck the clay - one of us would use a wall to prevent a stone hitting... needless to say I timed it perfectly (by mistake) and when his head came over the wall it was met by a lump of clay. Obviously there was a stone in it coz his head started pumping blood.... We didnt stay mates really after that one! Doh....

Siogfinsceal

When I was about 7 I was mess fighting with my younger brother but managed to pull his arm out of its socket. It got put back in and the next day in school (horrible old fashioned obsessively religious school) one of the teachers came up and told me that I was an evil child and holy god had seen what I had done and had put a big black mark on my soul....lovely!

another time we tried to make the medicine from 'georges marvelous medicine' by rolad dahl. ended up getting a b*llockign for wasting my mams cosmetics

el tel

When I was seven my life changed when I discovered matches. That sumer I burned a portacabin down and tried also to burn a car tyre while it was still on the car. A week before bonfire night I decided to have my own private fire and set alight all the wood and tyres that had been stockpiled by the local hoodlums. I also smashed a window on an Ulsterbus that summer. By the time school started back I realised how much I had gotten away with and decided to clean up my act and 'go straight'.

R0ot

When i was 8 me and a mate put a hose in through the letter box of a neighbours house (who was away on holiday) then forgot about it and it was left running for around 4 days. They had concrete floors although now they have wooden.

Wolf

Not in any particular order of badness or timeline, but, here are just a few of mine that I can remember as they come to me.

One time when I was about 5/6 my Dad got me this Tardis playhouse thing. You know with the plastic poles and plastic covering. Well anyhow, when my nextdoor neighbour and best friend startered running around with it over his head shouting "Im Docter Who, Im Docter Who!!" and generaly 'not playing right' and then breaking one of the poles I promptly wacked him through the covering with a stout stick. The result of which was a large green/blue lump on his head about the size of a tennis ball. Needless to say neither his or my parents were too impressed.

One time when I was in primary School and still very young I stuck a pencil in my ear and managed to break the lead. Of course not wanting to seem stupid and get in trouble I blamed one of the bad kids that was sitting next to me. In the end the truth won out, I got in to the usual trouble and had to get my ear rinsed at the hospital.

Upon another occasion when I was about 7/8 we moved into a new house and the esate was still been finished. Me and the other boy next door soon became firm friends. We would spend alot of our time on building site for the next few years. Anyway, this time in particular we were playing around on the site machines that where left behind by the builder at the end of each day. We managed to find the keys to one of the tractors under the hood and though of how much help we could offer our parents in the garden etc by use of this tractor. When we started it up it was locked in reservse. We shot through a low wall and started to skid up a bank untill I had the presence of mind to pull the emergency cut off. Again parents not happy. Spanked.

When I was about 8ish I drew this hugh characiture of Prince Charles on the side of one of the house been built in an estate behind us on the red brick walls with chalk from the site and I mean HUGH. It went from one corner on one side all the way around the other corner on the other side. I was trying not only to get a sense of the size of his teeth but wanted to show the true magnitued of his ears you see. In the end I put this one down as a good deep because, about 5/6 years later I befriended the couple that bought the house and apperently they got quite a bit knocked off the price of the house and they said they didn't mind too much. Even though the Bonnie Prince could some what still be made out all those years later.

When were about 11/12ish and again mucking about another site, this time work been done to a house already there, my friend/partner in many crimes and I found that the 3 storey high scafolding on the front of the house seemed kinda, well, wobbly. This might not have mattered too much untill my friend kicked away one of the supporting blocks of wood and with little apperent effort we manged to topple the whole 3 levels of scafolding. This again might not have been too bad if an unfortunate JCB digger hadn't been right in line of the now speeding metal work. Obviously the glass cabin came off rather badly. In this incident we did what all young males do. We ran away and never said anything more about it, at least not in ear shot of anyone that would care.

These are just a few of the things I did when I was a kid and I really do mean just a few. Others of note were that I had about 250 Spectrum cassette games that I pinced from Woolworths, the tormenting of various mean old gental men that we had given various names to ie Jimmy Magee, Old Man Macrtney etc. We even broke into a mates garage while they were away on holiday and ate all the good stuff from his freezer. Anyway, there are loads. Although, I should point out that most of this was out of bordem, never got very serious, and there was nearly always a funny side to it.

I should also say that now I am a reasonably well adjusted indavidual if a little odd sometimes and I also feel that I have to be extra good now for all the stuff I got up to as a kid

Guru Maith Agut

Okay well much and all as these are hilariously funny (in most cases), we haven't quite got the jist of this. I want people who felt really bad about their instant lack of judgment or consideration for anyone but themselves for a split second after the event. Not just random acts of violence from kindergarten delinquents
You are here to cleanse yourselves of your wrong doing to others brothers and sisters and not merely gloat in the fact that for what you had done you should have gone to borstel... Demons OUT! :eek:
Keep 'em coming! Some of them are crackers so far, I especially like Pigheads (and Wolfs) i'm lmao

Kiith

i hit my best friend in the face with a tennis racket once....but i had a reason so its ok

The Sweeper

R0ot wrote:

When i was 8 me and a mate put a hose in through the letter box of a neighbours house (who was away on holiday) then forgot about it and it was left running for around 4 days. They had concrete floors although now they have wooden.

That's so weird. I did that exact same thing.

ionapaul

Not me, but my father, back in the day (mid 50s), used to go out with his older brothers with an air rifle and see what mischief they could get up to. He still says even to this day that he doesn't regret anything in life as much as the time they shot a few Cormorants for fun.

Sam Vimes

not a bad thing, just childish stupidity. i was a good child : i was cycling really fast down a big hill with my laces untied on one of those bikes that brakes when you pedal backwards. i instantly regretted it when both my shoes got tangled in the pedals and i couldn't pedal backwards to untangle them or put my feet on the ground so i just had to wait until the bike wobbled to a stop and fell over. damn near got killed by a few cars.

when i was 14 i took my parents car for a spin around blanchardstown. my parents were asleep in their bedroom but they're heavy sleepers. my neighbours saw me but they never told my parents thank god. i retract my previous statement about being a good child

Tchocky

There was an old well near where I lived when I was about 7/8. One day, myself and my cousin had a wonderful idea, and posted all of our toys down the well, you know, just to see if anyone would come up and give them back.

And thats how I found out that no-one lives down that well

bounty_hunter

When I was about seven or eight myself and a neighbour convinced another neighbour (who we didn't like, needless to say) to drink a disgusting conconction we'd prepared, under the pretense that it was a new drink and not many people had tasted it yet so she was very lucky. It contained (among other things) bleach, glue, red paint (for the nice colour), body lotion, filthy rainwater and shaving foam. I often wonder if it's affected her in any way.

liamk

when i was a young lad myself and my childhood friend broke into the back garden of another friend that was away at the time. he had a rabbit that we wanted to play with....
anyway to cut a long story short there was a sandpit in the back garden along with a water pistol and a hose. we proceeded to spray the rabbit with the hose whilst throwing sand all the time chasing the poor thing round the garden poking under the shed with a mop whenever he stopped under the garage. eventually it was our dinner time and we had had our fun.
along comes our friend and asks us did we do anything to his rabbit i replied no but the neighbour had seen us climbing into the back garden. the rabbit was found dead under the shed
has to be one of my biggest regrets just cause i never really regret anything but this has stuck with me all these years for some reason probably cause i never really hung round with either the said friend ever again...

there are many more stupid things i did but they're just funny not regretful

like the time i went swimming in a sewer

or made a friend lie on the grass close his eyes and open his mouth and place dog sh1t in it

or lighting rolls of toilet paper and trowing them onto the roof of a new convertable merc

or getting white paint and painting fake lines in the road so people would have to drive into a cul-de-sac (a failure due to the steadiness of my juvinile hands but i did get two endlish ppl in the one day the highlight of a very forgetful summer as i was grounded for its entirity not soon after for a separate insident)

or letting the air out of my uncles tyres cause i wanted my cousin to stay the night

pouring petrol on a dead hedgehog and watching him burn and splitt and all the melting maggots fall out

but all-in-all whatever i ever did bad has been surpassed by the sheer boldness of my younger brothers and everything i did that i thought was the worst thing ever seems so inocent nowadays

ferdi

liamk wrote:

pouring petrol on a dead hedgehog and watching him burn and splitt and all the melting maggots fall out

jayzus bud, thats some sick ****. seriously.

Peace

Reading down through this thread reminds me of Ian Banks, The Wasp Factory.

blu_sonic

God I've done most of these th op's one and rb_ie's one too, i put a pin on my teachers chair in school and blamed someone else he nearly had to leave the school because of the crap the techer gave him afterwards

liamk

blu_sonic wrote:

God I've done most of these th op's one and rb_ie's one too, i put a pin on my teachers chair in school and blamed someone else he nearly had to leave the school because of the crap the techer gave him afterwards

HA... ferdi may actually remember this cause he was there but we did that to our 2nd year german teacher and she never noticed, the pin fell out when she was using the blackboard and i couldnt stop laughing so i got detention...
funny i was only saying that to one of the lads ther the other day

Beruthiel

when I was about 8/9 our cat had kittens, my mother said we couldn't keep them and that we would have to get rid of them. They would have to be drowned in the bog, I played the tough guy and said I would do it no problemo.
I still hear their little cries.
I am a kitten killer

tbh

I was 11 and my sister was 9. (you know who's going to suffer in this one, don't you).

My Grandad was staying with us, and he'd been given a present of a little electronic organizer - you'd get them free nowadays, but in those days, quite the gizmo. Anyway, I took it and started playing around with it and thought I broke it - actually all I'd done was changed modes, but couldn't figure out how to turn it back the way it was. I put the thing back on the locker and asked my sister to go get it. When she brought it to me, she was obviously fiddling around a little bit, so I told her she broke it. she was so upset, she went and told my dad and was apologising like mad. 20 years on, I'm still disgusted with myself for that one.

I learned my lesson - kinda. My Nana's husband died 50 years ago, and she had his watch - a lovely pocket watch. when I was about 15, I found it and tried to take it apart to see how it worked. With the expected results. This time, tho, I owned up straight away. She wasn't angry, she was really disappointed. All my grandparents are dead now, and sometimes when I'm lying in bed trying to sleep, I relive both incidents and seriously hate myself.

ferdi

Beruthiel wrote:

when I was about 8/9 our cat had kittens, my mother said we couldn't keep them and that we would have to get rid of them. They would have to be drowned in the bog, I played the tough guy and said I would do it no problemo.
I still hear their little cries.
I am a kitten killer

thats pretty horrible B, take it to PI:p

Beruthiel

ferdi wrote:

thats pretty horrible B, take it to PI:p

I'd have to go unregged, otherwise people would know it was me..

Guru Maith Agut

Beruthiel wrote:

I'd have to go unregged, otherwise people would know it was me..

Its not like me to hold private councelling sessions... but I could make an exception for once I guess
Oh for the suffering of the little pussies :eek:

super_furry

Think I was about 8 when I was convinced that I was Hulk Hogan and I pile-drivered a smaller lad in my class into a concrete floor and was surprised when he was injured. His nose was bust open, but in fairness to him, he insisted that he fell to the teacher.

I also bit a chunk out of an older kids leg when I was in second class. He was a big lad and had beaten up my brother the week before. I saw him and just launched myself at him but because he was two or three years older and much bigger than me, he knocked me to the floor and stood over me, choking me. He was wearing shorts so the only thing I could do to get him off me was to turn my head and bite. I still remember spitting out the flesh…..

Bartronilic

I hit a woman in the head with a tennis ball (by accident) but when she asked me who did it i ran home. Other than that i was good child.

OMcGovern

Kids have no concept of consequences of their actions..... they do stuff, and never think what happens 5 minutes afterwards, and who it effects.

I was with a gang of kids ( not in a gang, just with a group ) this one time.
We started throwing stones at cars, through this hedge.... it was probably me who started it.

Anyways, a bus came belting down the road, and it must've just seemed like a game in Funderland to me.... hit it, and win a prize.
I smashed a window... think it was actually the front window...
The bus stopped a few hundred metres down the road, and the conductor got out and started running towards us..... we scattered like meerkats who just saw an eagle.
Not one of my proudest moments..... was probably only around 10 years old.
I do think about it from time to time.... I imagine it really shook up the driver quite badly.

To pamper peoples feeling of justice, and maybe pre-empt the self rightous among ye, I had been badly bullied before, and after that incident, for a long, long time, by many people...