Childhood confessions

[jemiaule]

My step brother used to always leave his nasty dirty clothes in the bathroom. My step-sister and I would take his sox and underwear and put them in between the pages of his school books so they would fall out in class then he pulled them out of his backpack.


In high school my best friend was having problems with her family (typical teenage crap, some her fault some her parents) so she decided to run away....to my house. For about two weeks she would hang out somewhere or hide in my car until my parents went to bed. Then I would sneak her into the house and have her stay in my room. In the mornings she would hide in my closet until my parents left for work. We would then get ready and go to school together.

A couple of years ago me, my mom and my best friend were out together and we "confessed" what we had done in high school. She said - oh, your dad and I knew about that. Some nights we even went to bed early so she could "sneak in earlier. She then went on to tell us that she called best friends mom each night to let her know she had made it in and was safe! Those two moms had been in on it the whole time!

 

[Steffi]

When I was about 5, I got a black velvety purse with hundreds of colorful beads sewn on it. I pretended the little beads were vitamins and ate a few off the purse every day, until it was just a naked purse with no beads. Beads, yum.

I also used to feed our fish boogers.

 

[wdw4us2]

My younger brother was a total brat when I was 13 and he was 9. During the summer, he would try to rule the TV and force me into watching Bonanza reruns hour after hour.

One time I'd had enough so I snuck outside through the garage and rang the doorbell. I ran back inside after he went out front to see who was there. I locked all the doors so he couldn't get back in (he was in his pajamas). He kept ringing the doorbell, so I shut off the circuit breaker so it wouldn't ring anymore. I also took the speaker out of the transmitter part of the phone (you used to be able to do that).

I finally let him back into the house after about 20 minutes where he proceeded to call my Mom at work. Well, everytime he tried to talk, she couldn't hear him. He finally just cried, slammed the phone down and went to his room.

Boy, was I in trouble when my parents got home from work and he ratted me out. At least I didn't have to watch Bonanza that day!

 

[barkley]

as a teen-the only room in the house with a lock was the bathroom so when i wanted to smoke some weed i'de run a REALY hot bath (figuring it would steam the room up and prevent people from wanting to use it before any residual oder dissapated), then stand in the tub so i could blow the smoke out the bathroom window. i'de finish smoking, take my bath then go on a 'munchie bender' as soon as i was done.

only problem with it was my mom saw some talk show (probably phil donahue ) about eating disorders and sat me down for an 'open and frank discussion' (apparantly she was convinced i was using hot baths to somehow sweat out weight and that my munchies were 'binging' sessions my poor mom, whatever she saw on phil or the other talk shows at the time became something new for her to worry about (at least it was more comfortable than when i went thru a dating 'dry spell' and was spending most of my time with my girl friends-then it was a 'frank and open discussion' about how she could be an 'accepting and supportive parent' if i told her i was gay-'but for heaven's sake don't tell your dad or the neighbors' ).

 

[Lisa loves Pooh]

I stole a check from one of moms extra checkbooks when I was in 3rd grade. It was scholastic book order time and you needed to spend more than the dollar she gave me to get the free poster. I even destroyed the carbon copy. She never knew until I fessed up 5 or 6 years later. (It was only for $5 or something like that).

When I was 4/5, I tried to "run away" so that I could go to a store with a friend. For some reason that I do not recall I had been sent to my room. I climbed out the window...walked up the sidewalk and up the stairs with a friend, then changed my mind and returned.

While living in that same apt...mom sent me to the store (See--the running away wasn't soooo bad!) to get something. I tried stealing a candy bar while there but it fell out through my shorts. Clerk asked if I wanted to buy it--I said "no". Finished my purchase and left the store...returned and re-stole another candy bar that I concealed much better.

And along the same thing of my pre-school/kindergarten (though I didn't go) confessions....at daycare..mom had bought for me a new school bag. She dropped me off at daycare. They were collecting all the kiddos who were going to school. I tried my darnedest to convince the workers that I was supposed to be on that bus....mom did get me the bookbag and that meant that I was supposed to go. No luck though. Stuck in daycare yet again for the day.

ETA: One more minor thing. I HATE milk. I don't like it...b/c it gets warm from the moment you pour it and just grosses me out. In any case...I did not like drinking it. At home--my parents made me drink the milk from the cereal bowl. Talk about disgusting. So I began eating dry cereal and to this day it my cereal dry. When I went for visitation to my dad's house--they required me to drink milk 2x per day. ICK! So on my more clever days---I would put a teeny bit in a glass.....swish it around and leave it in the sink. I'd rather get barked at for leaving my glass in the sink than lie about drinking the milk.

 

[themarquis]

I stuffed a bunch of little plastic animals into a 1 1/2 year old's mouth at playgroup to see if I could make him choke . I'd push a bunch in and he'd smile at me and coo and spit them right back out covered with globs of saliva. After about fifteen minutes of this, I got bored and went to do something else.

 

[Jennifer S]

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

OMG - you literally made me lol


edit: I can't take it anymore - spit danglers, feeding fish boogers. I can't stop laughing

 

[jillyjoey]

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.
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Are you my sister???? She did this to me -- you wouldn't believe the trauma that places on someone...

Here's mine: When we were in 4 &5th grade, my sister and I (at her bidding I'm sure, she was older) took money out of the fountain at the mall to buy Orange Julius' because our mom would never get us one.

 

[Tigger&Belle]

One time when I was little I was with friends, throwing rocks over a neighbors house and I missed, breaking their window...we all ran. That one haunted me for years.

One time I was with a couple of friends and we stopped by a gas station and each took a couple soda bottles that we then planned to turn back in for the deposit money. Guilt got the best of me that time, though, and I gave the bottles away.

That's about the extent of my early confessions. I was kind of boring.

 

[Mumbling Jumba]

My best friend and I used to strip naked at night (we were about 8-9) and run from house to house skinny dipping in all the pools.(Everyone in the neighborhood had a pool but us) The police saw us one night and I ended up running down main street nekkid. It was the first time that I realized how many cars were out at night!

 

[Tazicket]

When I was 6 years old, I put pants on my cat. She got mad and ran up a tree (she was an outside kitty) and wouldn't come down for a couple of hours.

Another time (I was 5 or 6), I dragged my Dad's sawhorse out into the yard and draped a blanket over it. Then, I got my stickhorse and sat on the sawhorse. My Dad came outside and asked me what I was doing. In the saddest and most resigned voice I could muster, I replied "::sigh:: I guess this is as close to having a horse as I'm ever gonna get." He replied, "Yeah. Probably." and went back into the house.

Not long after my sister was born, I was supposed to be watching her while my parents did work around the house. I was in passive aggressive protest mode (I was 9 yrs old and ticked about not being the only anymore) and she kind of ate wallpaper paste while I was watching cartoons. Oops.

Yet another time when I was about 9 years old, my sister and I had to share a room. She was laying in her crib and I told her in no uncertain terms that it was MY room and would never be HER room. Ever. I turned around and saw my mom standing in the doorway holding the baby moniter. Busted!

Don't worry, we get along better now! I read back over this and saw what a horrible sister I sound like! I promise, she was worse!!!

 

[RunDanceSkate]

When I was 10 I ran away. I was sent to my room for doing something, so I wrote a note, opened my window, removed the screen and hide on a shelf in the top of my closet. It was hours before my mom noticed I was missing. She called the police and when they got there, they found me. I didn't mind too much I was really cramped up from sitting on the shelf.

 

[Sonya]

My best friend and I used to strip naked at night (we were about 8-9) and run from house to house skinny dipping in all the pools.(Everyone in the neighborhood had a pool but us) The police saw us one night and I ended up running down main street nekkid. It was the first time that I realized how many cars were out at night!

I wish I had thought of this!

 

[korbbec]

I stole my parents car alot when I was 15. The odometer was broken so they never knew. We would drive 2-3 states away and turn around and drive home.

I had a baby mouse living in my closet in my brothers lizard habitat because I found it outside and my cat was trying to kill it, so I wanted to save it. Mom would have freaked out.

That time we had to rush my brother to the hospital for stitches after he tripped at the grocery store... yeah, I tripped him... on purpose. I truly felt bad about that one afterwords.

 

[BeNJeNWaFFLe]

Me and my brother were horrible to each other. When he turned about 9, he became a monster. He would just torment me. If my parents weren't home, all hell would break loose. Our favorite thing was locking each other out of the house. Usually he would start to ring the doorbell. I'd just turn the tv up loud and ignore him.

Then as he got a little older we'd skip the stupid stuff and go right into hitting each other. We got into some pretty good fights. Of course I always told my parents that he was the one that started it and hit me first. It wasn't always a lie.

I used to sneak snack foods into my room because my parents didn't let me have them unless for a special occasion. I would hide the wrappers all over my room. I had tons of wrappers under my bed and mattress. I'm surprised she never found them. I guess when she realized the snack foods were dissappearing quickly she thought my dad was the one eating all of them.

ETA: One more minor thing. I HATE milk. I don't like it...b/c it gets warm from the moment you pour it and just grosses me out. In any case...I did not like drinking it. At home--my parents made me drink the milk from the cereal bowl. Talk about disgusting. So I began eating dry cereal and to this day it my cereal dry.

I also HATE milk. I was allergic to it when I was a baby so I never got used to the taste. So I also eat my cereal dry. DBF's family thinks I'm weird because of that. Sorry, but I can't stand the taste of milk and I don't like my cereal soggy. My parents also tried to make me drink a glass of milk a day. The last time my mom tried that is when she gave me a glass to drink with dinner...a spaghetti dinner! Talk about a disgusting combo! I think all my gagging got her off her milk drinking rampage. And BTW, she also hates milk and refuses to drink it.

 

[minnieandme]

When I was in 3rd grade, my friend and I stopped at the candy store on the way home. I told her that I have a way we can get a free soda. I went to the soda machine, pretended to put money in and pressed for a soda to come out. I went to the register and told the guy that the machine ate my money. He opened up the machine and gave us a soda.

I was in the 4th grade and was coming home from school. I saw a girl walking by herself so I ran up to her, grabbed her hat off her head and put it in the mud and then stepped on it. She went home crying. Later that evening, her mom came to my house and told my mom what I did. My mom defended me and said "if my daughter did something to your daughter, it's because your daughter did something to my daughter" I stood in the background and said "that's right". I finally confessed to my mom not too long ago that I really did bother her for no reason. We ended up becoming friends.

When I was in HS I cut class so much. Everytime you cut a class they would send home a cut card in the mail. One Sat. afternoon my mom laid down for a nap, so I took the mailbox key off her keyring, went to the hardware store and had a copy made. I put the key back w/out her ever knowing. Now I could cut class, take the cut cards out the mailbox and she would never know.

 

[welovedisneyx4]

I am laughing so hard at these! Trying not to be too loud b/c I'm at work!

When my BF and I were 10, we weren't supposed to walk to a little strip mall next to her house. It wasn't right beside it, but very close and there were no other homes or anything between her house and the mall. Her mom owned a beauty shop behind the house and so we would be by ourselves at her house. Well, we decided that since we were both 10, if you added our ages together, that made 20 and 20 was perfectly old enough to walk to the store by ourselves! I can't remember if we ever got caught on that one or not.

In one of our trips over to the above mini-mall, we proceded to "borrow" (O.K., steal) make up from a drug store. I don't remember exactly how we did it, but I put mine in a Barbie box when I got home and told my mom "take this downstairs, but don't look in it." (Boy, was I stupid!) Well, of course she looked in it and wanted to know where I got all this make-up from. I told her that BF's Granny (who was rich) gave us the money to buy it and let us go to the store. Mom tried to call BF's mom, but she wasn't at home and I finally convinced her that I was telling the truth. I never have confessed to that one! I did feel awful about it forever afterwards, but just couldn't bring myself to tell the truth.

 

[themarquis]

I also HATE milk. I was allergic to it when I was a baby so I never got used to the taste. So I also eat my cereal dry. DBF's family thinks I'm weird because of that. Sorry, but I can't stand the taste of milk and I don't like my cereal soggy. My parents also tried to make me drink a glass of milk a day. The last time my mom tried that is when she gave me a glass to drink with dinner...a spaghetti dinner! Talk about a disgusting combo! I think all my gagging got her off her milk drinking rampage. And BTW, she also hates milk and refuses to drink it.

Another milk hater here! My sister and I apparently both refused to drink milk after the age of two! Drove my mother to fits because she thought we weren't getting enough calcium. She compensated by forcing us to drink chocolate milk (which we would sometimes grudgingly do) and feed us endless cubes of cheese (till my sis decided she hated cheese, too!)

Milk ... ugh ... there's something nasty about it ... tastes ... kind of sweet and icky and clings to the throat. I also was always horrified that I was drinking the nasty hormonal "juice" squeezed out of a cow!

I LOVE rice milk though -- especially the vanilla kind -- you should give it a try.

 

[trappednabox]

In high school I told my mom I was going to the homecoming dance but my friends and I took the car and drove to the beach. while we were there I took off my jeans so they wouldn't get wet and left them at the beach I had to wear my friends brothers shirt home. Good thing everyone was asleep when I got home and no one saw me without my pants on

 

[DISUNC]

When I was 12/13 in the summertime me & my friends(boys & girls) all snuck (is there such a word?) out of our houses in the middle of the night & hang in the school yard and did things we SHOULDNT have been doing . We stayed out till the sun started coming up!

I am STILL suprised that we were NEVER EVER caught! We must have did this dozens and dozens of times!

I still have the same friends today, and we all said that if our kids(or grandkids now) EVER did that we'd kick their sorry butts from one end of town to the other!!!! Such Hypocrites!