I mean everyone must have done something they aren’t super proud off.
As an example during primary school we had a class trip to the lake district (I’m from N Ireland) we were staying in an old victoriana style mansion (Rydal hall if I’ve remembered right.)
Anyway every one of us kids staying there decided it was haunted immediately and the guy I had to share a room with was so scared he made himself a crucifix out of basically twigs and strings.
I’m not sure why I did it but while he was sleeping I broke his crucifix apart and then put joke shop blood all over it. I woke up to him, crying this eyes out and just decided never to admit it was a joke or me who did it.
I’m interested in Similar stories.
I was one of those 80s latchkey kids with very little supervision growing up. I stole a lot of stuff, from stores, from my friends, from school. I stole change from my parents to buy candy. I would lead my friends on wild goose chases through abandoned buildings and vacant construction sites. We shattered windows and set fires. I would go through my parent’s belongings and find presents they’d hidden for Christmas, carefully open them, play with them, then put them back as I found them.
I was never caught doing any of it. I was a little shit, and it’s one of the many reasons I’ll never have my own kids, because I worry they’ll be just like me or worse.