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.
Playing in the yard when I was little, I had sharpened a stick to a point. I saw my little brother running across the yard. In my head, I imagined throwing the “spear” through his legs and tripping him. That would have been enough of a dick move. Instead, I skewered him directly in the ankle. He had to get stitches.