General Chat

I sat on the saddle of my friend's bike, and as we whizzed down the steep hill, she called out that her brakes wouldn't work, well she was prone to exaggeration.....but this time she wasn't!!! She managed to avoid the brick air-raid shelter at the bottom of the hill, but when we picked the bike up, apart from other damage the saddle I had been sitting on was facing back to front. We were a sight to behold when we made our way to school the next day with both legs and arms bandaged up. Norah in Hampshire

Also when i was young i wanted to lock my brother in the shed, so that i could be a lonely child, but as i was pushing the door to close it, my darling brother was pushing the door to open. My thumb went all the way back, nearly touching my wrist. The best thing was, when i went crying to my "caring mother" she just said i had sprained it. 2 weeks later i was still in agony, so she evntually took me to the hospital, where they confirmed i had broke it. We still laugh about it today, but still say that if child line was about then, i would have phoned them. lol Vickyx

When I was about 14, read how to make gunpowder, So I got the 3 constituents and made a few ounces (before grams were invented). I was very disappointed that the first lot, in a hole in the ground, just flared up (and singed the front of my hair) so I mixed up another lot and put it in an old tobacco tin and arranged a short fuse through a hole in the side. To contain what I thought would be a small explosion, put a brick on top. My Dad never did find out what caused the big chip 30ft up the side of his house as I removed the fragments of brick before he came home. Len

My older sister pulling me out of the top bunk by my hair, me throwing the "broons" annual at my younger sister which hit her eyeball it was blood-shot for ages, breaking the toilet and having to wee in the bath at midnight, what happy days! Thanks for the great belly-laughs i have had reading all your memories. Tricia from Glasgow

I was about 13, I remember making this lovely paste out of flour, talk & washing up liquid. You know like a cake mix LOL! Moulded it into a cake shape, smothered it in drinking chocolate powder, & left it on top of the portable electric fire (you know them ones with 2 bars & the glo on the bottom) To "cook" Cut my unsuspecting younger cousin a slice, he he ....she remembers being sick today ! Elaine x

having a load of kids in the front room to play shops, when my mother was out, and writing tea, sugar , flour , and jam all over the walls cos these were suposed to be the shelves in the shop. I think the hiding I got is what stunted my growth . lol

Wow! I think my mother would have preferred you lot to me! Saying no more!!! lol Kim

Worst thing I ever did was play at hospitals with my younger brother. Thought I'd give him an injection up his nose with a cocktail stick!!! He had to have his nose cauterised at a REAL hospital.

One thing sticks in my head! Painting the whole of my mums pine dining table and chairs with emulsion we found in the cupboard I remember we couldnt find brushes so we used sticks!Needless to say our parents went ballistic I wasnt very naughty it was just my artistic side shining from an early age. Jan x

i remember when i was young my younger sister convinced my youngest sister that fairy liquid was "special" juice - and then proceeded to let her drink a whole bottled of it. YUK also, me and my three sisters (all younger) stole a whole box of ice poles (about 20 or 40) at about 5 in the mornin and ate them on the landing - covering our nighties, our bedding and the carpet in stains from the juice one morning we thought it'd be cool to have tattoos (i must have been about 7 or 8 so probably my idea lol) so we went looking for my mum's bingo markers.... you can guess what happened. anyway my mum had to call in sick for all of us and bath us with bleach in the water to get it off. i think i may have been a naughty child :) lianne

When I was about 10 me and my friend decided that it would be good idea to put vaseline in my sisters hair, a whole tub of it. It took my Mum ages to get out of her hair. We got up to alot of stupid things me and my mate we also decided on another day to make some rose perfume, so we nicked roses from peoples gardens and then got some water and put in the petals it didn't work, but an angry neighbour grassed us up and we got such a telling off

I'm sorry to say that I got up to very little as a kid. Was incredibly shy and tried my hardest to avoid any kind of conflict. When it came to starring in things like Oliver or the school nativity play, I deliberately went for a non-speaking part! Remember my childhood most for being in cubs then later scouts and being in the local brass band.

I remember i wanted to be a hairdresser so my first client was my younger brother,he had lovely dark hair, till i washed it in flash [a whole box of it ,] it wasnt dark after that ,mother wasnt pleased either. Dont worry im not a hairdressed.lol

I grew up in Freetown Sierra Leone (When it was British) and you could not imagine a more wonderful place to be a child. My sister and I were left to go wherever we wanted and the thing we got told off most for was going barefoot.

When I was 10, made my 8 year-old sister sick with cigarettes Len

Just wanted to see what these teeth that always seemed to be in a glass felt like......I took them out (of the glass not his mouth!) while my dad was asleep one afternoon... the door bell rang and I went to answer the door and quickly shoved them in my pocket, went out to play and forgot I had them untill later that evening when my dad was washed and ready to go out...........All hell broke loose, I had left my jacket a my friends house with teeth still inside the pocket, oh my dad was mad because he couldnt go out without his top teeth and I new I would be for the high jump if had admitted I had taken them out so I blamed my brother and felt guilty when he was grounded for a week (my dad had found an old top set and went out later that evening) great I thought no harm done, untill the next day my friend came knocking on my door with jacket I was out playing as usual, my dad took jacket from my friend and decided to put it in the washing machine...yes he found the teeth in the pocket. You can guess the rest..................

I used to be already for Sunday School go and visit an Aunty on the way then slide down the slope of the Railway which was covered in like ash stuff on my knickers and then got into trouble for it Also sometimes I didn't put the collection money in and bought an Ice cream on the way home---Sorry Mam up there if you are listening!! Ann,Snowy Darlington

What? Sweet and Lovable Me??? Misbehave???? Never! Seriously I was a South London street urchin playing on bomb sites.

I remember when i shared a room with my older brother and i was in the top bunk. He was playing with his farmset on a table by his bottom bunk. I leaned over too far and crashed down on top of it. the table legs smashed off and I was left with various farm animals sticking into me. Not only that, I think we were "slippered" by my father as well. TEE HEE! On another occasion when we were in seperate rooms, I heard my brother going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I sneaked into his room and hid in the wardrobe in the dark and when he came back I jumped out and shouted BOO! He got such a fright he picked up his guitar and swung it round, knocking me out cold. This may well have been another "slippering" incident.... All good fun! Pam

I remember my sister, then 6, testing the pretty patterns Dad's in-car cigarette lighter made on the material of the car seats, whilst he popped into a shop. Looking back , I guess we're lucky to be alive!!