Childhood confessions

[kdibattista]

I have a couple:

I used to steal change from my stepfathers change jar and blame my brother

I used to make my sister either moon the old lady across the street or lick the ground in order to play with me and my friends (I still feel bad about that )

In 4th grade I did not complete a report that was due. I was scared to tell the teacher so I pretended to be sick every day right before I would go to her class. After awhile, it got so bad that my mom was called and they sent me to a psychologist to be evaluated because they thought I was having "issues"... I wish I would have just done that report

 

[JoyG]

When I was in third grade I told some real whoppers.

First, I told my classmates that my dad worked at NBC (which he really did) but I told them that he was NYC news anchor Chuck Scarborough. That was a pretty bold lie to tell, b/c I don't look anything like that white, blond haired blue eyed guy. But the other third graders didn't question it.

Another time that same year, my family was moving (to the next town over) and I'd be switching schools. I told my class I was moving to China. I was actually asked to go to other classes to tell the students all about our upcoming move! And I went through with the presentation!

Later in life, I moved back to that town and ended up in middle school with some of my same classmates. There were a few that were asking "How was China?"

Amazing that I could say that stuff with a straight face. These days I am the world's worst liar! DH tells me I can't fib at all b/c he can see it all over my face.

 

[DISUNC]

I allllllllllllllllllllllllllways lied in confession. I always made up Sins!

Some doozies too!

 

[vernfonzndrian]

I used to always "borrow" my mom's silverware, and use them as shovels to play in the dirt, and then throw em' over the back yard fence so she would'nt find them. LOL, now as a mother I always wonder when I notice some of my silverwares missing.

 

[MOMTOMOOTOO]

I allllllllllllllllllllllllllways lied in confession. I always made up Sins!

Some doozies too!

I had a "standard" confession....

Bless me Father for I have sinned, it has been one week since my last confession. I lied 2 times, I was mean to my parents once and I hit my brother only after he hit me first.

 

[CathrynRose]

In 4th grade I did not complete a report that was due. I was scared to tell the teacher so I pretended to be sick every day right before I would go to her class. After awhile, it got so bad that my mom was called and they sent me to a psychologist to be evaluated because they thought I was having "issues"... I wish I would have just done that report

OH, I can beat that one.....

I played sick so long and apparently SO well, and SO often - the doctor reccomended I get my tonsils out. And I had them taken out....

Everytime I get a chest cold (cuz nothing hangs out in my throat anymore) I regret that acting I did.

I still wonder about that doctor.... what a quack.

 

[SwedishMeatball]

I got so angry at my stepfather once that I spit on his toothbrush.

 

[DisneyfeverTN]

We weren't allowed to eat fried foods when I was growing up. So, when my parents were away for the day, my brother and I would slice up potatoes like little french fries and fry them. Then we would wash the pan so nobody would ever know.

 

[Sparx]

Our cat had fleas once (not bad, just a mild case) so I go to kindergarten and I tell my teacher, "we have fleas at my house." "we" meaning the cats, but she misunderstood.

 

[sPaRkLeSpAz]

Well, when I was in 9th grade, my friend that drove me to school was a senior. We were forever skipping class, and going to her house to watch the Young and the Restless. Well, one day her mom comes home with her little sister who was 'sick'. She made us go back to school, but she never did tell my mom.

 

[Diznotyzed]

I quietly threw my peas under my little sister's chair at dinner, so my parents would think she spilled them.

 

[Vivianne]

Ah, the art of deception.

My sister and I used to spoon our dinner in our juice cup and cover it with our hand, when my mother asked us if we ate it all, we nodded and showed her the plate. When we had a chance, we would dump it. We hated rice and beans.

 

[DISUNC]

I had a "standard" confession....

Bless me Father for I have sinned, it has been one week since my last confession. I lied 2 times, I was mean to my parents once and I hit my brother only after he hit me first.

The 'only after he hit me first" was your SALVATION!

 

[minkydog]

I used to hang my younger sister by her feet out the 2nd floor window at night.

 

[java]

Ok mine seems tame compared to the hanging out the window... but I used to pretend I was running away just so that my little brother would cry and chase me down the street- *so mean.... Oh and I did go see The Police in concert even though I hated them at the time... just because my little brother wanted to go and my boyfriend asked me to go. He hated me for that. And I feel so guilty about it I am trying to score him some tickets to the new Police tour.

 

[OK!]

When my younger brother and I used to play in the sandbox and I decided I'd had enough of him, I'd find a daddy longleg and throw it at him. He was terrified of spiders, so that was pretty effective.

I also used to do things like subtly poke him or hit him repeatedly until he'd finally snap and hit me back, and then I'd run screaming to mom. Unfortunately, I tried that once as we were lying on the floor of the living room, watching TV; unbeknownst to me, my mom saw the entire thing through the pass-through from the kitchen.

And another time, we were playing on the hill behind the barn and somehow stumbled onto a nest of bees. They attacked both of us, so we were screaming and running around, trying to get away. I took off running up the hill to the house to get my parents, being stung the entire time, and inadvertently left Jeff to fend for himself with the bees.

Sheesh, I sound like the worst big sister ever. Rest assured, though, Jeff was a biter and found plenty of opportunities to exact revenge.

 

[MushyMushy]

I'm so glad I'm not the only mean sister. I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but just remember I was a kid, and I'm sorry about it now. DSis and I are best of friends now. Anyway, when she was really getting on my nerves or when she'd do something to get me in trouble, I'd hold her down and let spit dangle over her and I'd slurp it back up. As far as I can recall, it never hit her. But geez. There's got to be a special place in hell for a spit dangler.

I also stole change from my dad. And if he didn't let me get my way with something, I'd tell my mom where he was hiding his porn. I guess he deserved that anyway for making it so easy for a kid to find.

Oh, and one more. It's funny, but I just admitted this to my DH a few weeks back. When I was in middle school, I made up this boyfriend that I told all my friends about. He was older and had a sports car and everything. AND, he also had his own apartment in what I now know is subsidized housing. What a dork.

 

[kdibattista]

I used to hang my younger sister by her feet out the 2nd floor window at night.

Ding ding ding.... we have a winner

 

[babynurse1]

I was always trying to think of ways to trick and torment my mom or brothers ( I knew better than to mess with my dad)

One thing, I remember (that I just now told my mom about) was: When I was about 13 I got in big trouble, can't remember for what, and my mom said the next thing I got invited to, I was grounded.

So, knowing the weekend was coming up. I snuck and called BFF, and said pretend you're having a sleepover, call back, and talk to my mom.

So mom, answers the phone, and since I wasn't allowed to talk (part of the grounding), my BFF makes up a big story about her "sleepover" that weekend. It was going to be the best party ever!!!

My mom seemed really smirky when she told me I couldn't go, and I faked the tears.

When I told mom recently, she was really surprised, that I had duped her once again.

 

[Alex2kMommy]

One time when my sister and I were in the bath together (she was 3 or 4, I was a couple years older), I got the bottle of mercurochrome (red liquid used to treat owies) and painted a smiley face on my sister's torso.

She thought it was really funny until my mom came in and freaked out, because the red color stains the skin and has to wear off. It took weeks to disappear.

My sister STILL brings that up when she's mad at me, apparently as proof of what a rotten older sister I was.

SHE, on the other hand, confessed in her 30s that she was the one who was stealing my mom's cigarettes. She was about 8 or 9 at the time, and at first was just breaking them so my mom couldn't smoke them. (My mom was under a lot of stress at the time and hadn't smoked since we could remember.) Then my sister started stealing them so she could smoke them herself!

Mom was stunned at her confession, and said, "But I used to yell at your brothers and punish them, while you were standing right there, saying nothing!" Sistie just grinned, so pleased with herself.