Pandas, What Was The Worst Thing You Accidentally Did As A Kid?

When I was 3, my mum was pushing me in my buggy through Woolworths. As we passed a huge adult-sized teddy bear lying flat on a display, I apparently somehow managed to bite the ear of the teddy as we passed and partially dragged it from the shelf. My Mum stopped and tried to pull it out of my mouth, but I applied lock-jaw.

She tried cajoling and quietly threatening me to release the bear. But I held fast with my little teeth.
She said she decided to wait, thinking I would tire, but 15 minutes later, I was calmly sitting in my pushchair with the bears - by now very wet - ear still safely jammed in my mouth.

Some shoppers and the store manager had gathered and my mortified mum just finally admitted defeat and bought the teddy and managed to walk it home with me still attached. I only unclamped my teeth when we reached home!

When I was about 8 I asked my dad if we could play "the naked man game." My dad, trying not to panic, asked me what it was. I responded "it's the one we play when [the babysitter] is over." He then asked me to show him where the naked man game was, so I took him to the closet, opened the door, and pointed up to Operation.

He told me years later that he nearly had a heart attack.

I was about 7 and made a potato salad for my Grandpa - with raw potatoes, raisins and mayo. He ate every bite and for the rest of his life told everyone I made him the best potato salad he'd ever had. I remembered this when I was about 14 and all I could think was how nasty that must have been and yet he ate every bite because I made it for him......

When I was about 3 or 4 I thought people were alive in the radio and on the TV. Made sense that the light on the radio helped them see to step up to the mic to sing! My parents thought it was cute and didn't tell me otherwise. I was watching "Green Acres" and Ebb said he was thirsty. I was taught to share, so I dumped my drink down the back of the TV to help him out....BOOM!!! After the TV blew up my parents started correcting me when I lived under false assumptions. On the plus side, we did get our first color TV!

I was about 6 or 7 and had been watching an old re-run Tarzan movie. Loved how he swung from the trees! So I went up to the bathroom, took a flying leap, gave my best Tarzan yell & grabbed the shower curtain rod. Snap! Crash! Thud! My mom raced up the stairs to find me flat on my back in the tub with 2 piles of plaster surrounding me in a cloud of dust. She said ,"Just wait till your father gets home" and sent me to the time-out chair, Dad came home home. Asked me why I was in the chair. I just cried. Mom said, " Just go to the bathroom". I knew I was doomed. And then... I heard my dad laughing. Really Laughing like I never heard him laugh before. Turns out, that he did the SAME thing when he was a kid when the 1st Tarzan movie came out! So, no yelling, no punishment. Just had to help him sweep up the mess and mix the spackle to put the bar back in & repair the wall.

When I was about 4 or 5, my family and I were taking the mrt when I saw a couple french kissing on the opposite bench. Immediately, at my loudest voice, I said "EWWWWWW! MOM! THEY'RE DOING BAD THINGS!" I don't know why I grew up thinking PDA is a bad thing and i didn't know this would be embarrasing for the both the couple and my family. The couple was red-faced. My Dad pretended as if he wasn't related to us and every other passenger on the train had a smile on their faces.

I broke my parents up.

I asked my Mum if I could have dinner at my "Aunt Christie"'s house again because she cooked my favourite pasta. Turns out Mum didn't know who "Aunt Christie" was - which is because she wasn't really my aunt, she was the co-worker my Dad was sleeping with.

We had two staircases in our house: a front one which was straight and sort of formal and a back staircase which was narrow and curved twice before ending up in the kitchen. My 3-year-old brother had a little rocking chair that he loved, especially if I rocked him in it. I, age 4, had the bright idea that the rocking chair with my little brother in it could slide down the back stairs like a bobsled with a bit of assistance from me! So I talked my brother into sitting in the rocking chair at the top landing of the stairs while I rocked him, inching slowly toward the steps. Finally, with one little push, he was on his way down. The rocker didn't behave like a bobsled as I had imagined, though. It tumbled over and over before landing beside my brother (who had also tumbled over and over) on the kitchen floor! My mother rushed to cuddle my brother as I ran down the stairs, shouting, "I didn't mean it! It was supposed to be fun!" My brother miraculously was not hurt, but I was left sobbing on the kitchen floor while my mother rocked my brother in her arms, crooning,"Poor little Buddy, poor little boy." My brother Bud and I are in our 70s now but will never forget that day.

When I was six I thought fertilizer was dipping dots. I took a scoop full and stuffed it into my mouth. Oops...

When I was about 3yo we had a little area in our garden to grow some vegetables. We had tomatoes and other stuff (dont remember too clear but tomatoes are for sure). My mom carefully explained, showed me all the stuff and said something like "Its a lot of work but in the end we will have home grown vegetables that will be so healthy!" So... my 3yo mind figured : lots of work? Mommy wont have time to play then! So I took my bucket and ripped off ALL the growing vegetables I could find. Everything. And nothing was ripe yet. You can tell mom wasnt too happy...Well at least the green tomatoes could be put on the window sill to ripe. Everything else had to be tossed... She still reminds me not to pick anything not ripe until today :D

When I was 2 ish, we were at a party at my mom's friends house. There were many other little kids there so we were allowed to play wherever we wanted. I was in the fenced-in backyard when I had to go to the bathroom. Apparently, I could not get inside so I found the perfect place to go poop. I took off my little dress, squatted, and took a BIG, wet crunch. It turns out I pooped right below the dining room window. My mom and her friend had been drinking wine when they smelled something horrid and went to look. What they saw was a naked 2-year-old running off with poop on her but and a GIANT poop below the window. We have not been invited back since.

Well it wasn't unknowingly....This girl when I was 5yrs old was a show off always showing off her new toys and fancy dresses. She was my sisters age abc made fun of my sister the most(who was 2yrs older than me). I was playing at the side of the house in the spring and noticed that the drain on the Rd by the side walk was clogged and had about a three foot deep puddle. I got in trouble for getting wet paying in it. So come Monday and we are all walking to school(some reason she had to walk with us) and she starts in on how nice her shoes are and her dress and how my sisters isn't. So I said something along the lines of "we don't wear fancy clothing everyday so we can play, your mom doesn't let you get dirty or play". Of course she said she was allowed to get dirty and that went back and forth for a while until I told her to jump in the puddle to prove it(the three feet deep one but looked like a regular shallow one). So she did and she sunk to up to her waist and ran home crying. Her face 😂 her mother came over after school and I was made to apologize. I was all "sorry I didn't know the puddle was that deep". But they knew, I knew it was. 😂
I don't remember much of her after that, I don't think she was "allowed" to walk to school with us riff raff anymore.

When my mom was a little girl one of her sisters found the chocolate flavoured laxative and thinking it was a chocolate bar ate the whole package. No one would confess to eating it so my grandmother made them all sit and wait. It was not long before the culprit was revealed.

I was about 11/12, walking home from school alone. I've done so a lot of times already, but this was the first time I walked alone so late in the evening. halfway home in a dimly lit lonely street, a car stopped by and the driver asked why I'm walking alone. I was a bit non-verbal back then and only shook my head as answer, my way to tell people I'm alright and not in trouble. the man however offered a lift home and I never thought twice to accept it. I rode at the back and pointed where my house is. he didn't take the turns I pointed out many times but he just assured me he just need to get somewhere first to buy something. as he made me wait in the car as he goes into a nearby hardware store, still I didn't think of anything bad will happen. the only reason I decided to get out of the car was bc I thought this is taking too long of a time and I need to get home faster (thankfully I was still around the area I'm familiar with). at home I saw my mom's bloodless face and my dad shaking & crying. he said they drove up and down near my school many times to look for me. they really thought they'd never see me again. I was forbidden any late after school activities for the rest of my school years as result.

to this day, I spent my quiet times thinking what would happen to me if I didn't do what I did. I knew I was just lucky, but I should have not made the mistake.

My father was watching a game in the tv on the living room, and i was supposed to be studying. I was bored and I was jokingly closing the stapler in my thumb, but i closed harder. Very cool ideia, don't you think? NO. I didn't realize that staple had freaking staples.
Conclusion: with a staple stapled on my thumb i walked to my mother desk. I called: "Mom" very calmly. She looked at me and i told her to take it. By that time, my sister and father had noticed what happened.
My sister held my head to protect me from looking and my mother pulled it. I still saw the blood but it hurt like hell when she pulled it.
Advice: Dont' ever play with a stapler that you don't know if it has staples or nah.

Okay... When my parents swore they would say, “Parden my French” afterwards. Well I was in Canada at the time where we were starting to learn French. So, the teacher asked if anyone knew French. Well my stupid young self raised my hand and almost yelled all the swears my parents said (It took me about a minute to finish) Let’s just say the teacher wasn’t happy.....

I was about three, and had just come back from grocery shopping with my mum, when I decided I was really hungry.
My mum told me she would unpack the groceries and make me some lunch. While she had her back to me I stole a pack of chocolate biscuits and crawled under the spare bed to eat them, I then feel fast asleep.
My mother meanwhile finished unpacking the groceries, turned around an realised the front door was open.
The entire neighbourhood spent two hours combing the streets looking for a missing toddler

I burned down a good portion of my grandmother's house. I used to pour teaspoons of perfume in a spoon and light it on fire. It made a soft blue flame. I would then hurl it across the room on to the curtains and it would kinda drip burning down them and quickly extinguish. It was really pretty and I was really one bored and lonely kid with a decent curiosity about things. One day when I threw the flame the curtains went up in a big burst of fire instead. I tried to put it out, couldn't, didn't want the butt whipping that would come with telling so I backed out of the room, closed the door and started practicing my piano lesson on the other side of the house until the firetrucks came.

Do you remember the infamous 70's science book experiment where you can build a rocket with matches and tinfoil? I tried that on my grandparents' garage. It worked well. Very well. Specially when it landed on a pile of cardboard boxes next to a stack of old newspapers and old gasoline bottles and oil cans...

Not me but as a very young child my sister had a sweater with a furry cat on the front. My dad took her into town shopping with him one day and when she needed the toilet had to take her into the men's public toilets.

There were several other men in there at the time and while they were in the cubicle she asked my dad very loudly if he would like to stroke her pussy! My dad near had a heart attack however he did enjoy telling the story in his speech at her wedding!