2007-02-11 20:57:36 · 12 answers · asked by Natashya K 3 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Polls & Surveys
I was brought home by cops at least once a week for doing something bad. I even had to wash all the cop cars once for breaking out windows at a gas station. My dad knew all the cops in town. This was all before I was 12.
2007-02-11 21:01:35 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 1⤋
It was either the day I climbed onto the roof of the house we lived in when I was 3 (no idea how I did it!), or when I climbed a cherry tree (at the same age), ate all the cherries and then proceeded to fall asleep at the top while sucking my thumb and with my chewing gum in my hair, with my parents calling the police to look for me . Or the time I tried to flush some wooden toys down the toilet (4 yrs) and the plumber had to knock out some plumbing to get the toilet to work again... or the time I put perfume in my sister's goldfishbowl (6 yrs)... or the time I took my drumsticks (was a percussionist) and proceeded to destroy the soft-wood paneling in my bedroom... or maybe when I ....threw a dirt clod across the street just before a neighbor girl decided to cross it, leaving her with a black-and-blue mark for several weeks ... or when I was helping my dad clean off loose shingles from the roof after a violent storm and tossed them down only to have them smack my sister in the head .... or when I tried to do a "circus" act and used the same sister as a target and threw a knife between her legs that were spread out about two feet and damn if the knife didn't go into one of her legs! (she had actually asked me to)... or when ........................MAN I WAS A PEST!
2007-02-11 21:32:25 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
The most trouble I every got was, my Mum was Director Of Nurse. We live at the Nurse's Quarter for many years. There was a tennis court on the ground. My sister and cousin and I got in the chalk powder that marked the courts. The only time my Mum smacked us.
2007-02-11 21:06:01 · answer #3 · answered by MJane21 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I think I was always in trouble when I was a child. I was never be a nice and polite kid. I hate conformity and phoniness when I was younger already, it was a fake and phony environments that I lived in made me have to fake myself as well or I wouldn't be accepted and am still not accepted until now there. I was so stupid back in those days. I used to live in a fuzzy dream and tiny bubbles. And I wanted to be like every prettiness around me. Begging for approval and acceptance blindly while the environments around me are phony, shallow and blind.
2007-02-11 21:01:59 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Throwing rocks at a school bus that passed by where we used to live. The kids would hang out the windows and yell things at us. So one day I got feed up with it and tried to hit the kids with a hand full of rocks. I didn't throw high enough to hit the kids. Hey, I was a little kid.
2007-02-11 21:04:54 · answer #5 · answered by kitkat1640 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I ran off at the beach when I was around 6 or 7. I was gone for about 1/2 hour, just wondering way off on my own. My parents were FREAKED to say the least. When I got back, my dad was worried sick, after that feeling wore off, he undid my suit, flipped me over his lap, and spanked my little tush bright red. It wasn't to popular of a beach, but we had lots of family in town with us. To this day, they bring that up. Needless to say, i never did run off again.
2007-02-11 21:04:19 · answer #6 · answered by olschoolmom 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
having to clean the walls of a house that my cousin,my twin and I graffitied with fruits we found in a tree next to it. YES indeed you CAN graffiti if you use the fruit by pressing it really hard until it makes a mark...
we were about 12 yold, and it was in a small village: everyone knew we were guilty so we had to clean it in broad daylight. and that's when my dad turned up! but he found it hilarious!:)
2007-02-11 23:35:21 · answer #7 · answered by florence 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Once, we had a visitor at home, I was playing my roller blade but she wanted to borrow it, I didn't want to, but my mom forced me to. So I let her borrow my roller blades to this punk kid (who was the daughter of my mom's visitor at home) but it was against my will...So I took one of her shoe and toss it to the roof. They didn't found it until the next day because I didn't tell them but my mom knew it was me. They had to buy a new pair of shoes at a small shop just a few blocks away. 0_0
2007-02-11 21:03:28 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Shoplifting.
2007-02-11 21:01:02 · answer #9 · answered by ஐ♥Gin♥ஐ 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋
Suspension from School
2007-02-11 20:59:46 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋