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

I must have been 5 yo when my parents and I went to visit my uncle at his farm. The last thing I remember from that day is my uncle skillfully climbing over the electric fence that separated us from the cattle and telling me "Wait for me right here. Don't follow me"...guess he forgot to tell me "Don't grab the electric fence with your hand and face".

When I was about 5/6, my brother was about 7, and my other brother was about 9, we went into the garden and we found a blue bag in the shed. For some reason we wanted to get in it and try and bounce on the trampoline whilst in it. We zipped it up and tried to stand up, when I did I fell over, pulling them on top of me. I had fell on the zip and we kept trying to move me out the way because we were getting very claustrophobic. We kept screaming and screaming and my dad ran out with some scissors and said he was going to cut us out so stop moving. This is the reason why me and my brothers cannot go in small spaces for if we do we get a reminder of being stuck in that blue bag for hours and hours with just enough space to breathe. Horrible memory really

Earthworms are called 'rainworms' in my native language, because they come out of the ground after it rains. I, about 4 at that time, thought that they actually like water and that's why they hurry to the surface when it starts pouring down. My family was short on money and we didn't have a pool, not even a plastic one. But my mom used to fill a large tub with water for me in the summer. When I came across earthworms while playing, I immediately took them into the tub with me to let them have a fun time at the waterpark. I genuinely believed I was doing them a favour instead of horribly waterbaording them. One day the sun shone especially bright and the tub stood on the concrete floor of our terrace. My mom called me in for lunch and I Ieft the tub. By that time I had discovered that while 'rainworms' obviously liked water, they were pretty pathetic at swimming. And I thought without my assistance, they would surely drown if I left them in the tub by themselves. So I did the reasonable thing and put them on the concrete floor to dry.
And dry they did. More liked baked solid to the floor. I was pretty horrified when I returned. I couldn't even pick them up to give them a proper burial. I felt so guilty, I never took any worms to the tub again.

According to my parents, i was a really embarrassing child. Not that I’d throw tantrums or anything, but I’d say stuff at the wrong time to the wrong people. I remember that when I was about 7-8 I was in RE class (religious education) and when the teacher asked if we knew anything about Jesus I boldly cried;”JESUS IS A ZOMBIE” which managed to freak my teacher out (blasphemy) and my class (zombies) and got sent a letter home. Another time, I was at my mum’s friend’s house, who was an atheist. I was sitting there,playing with dolls.. and she asked me if I was having a tea-party (which I never did or will) and I look her dead in the eye, with a straight poker-face and tell her “no, this is jesus’ Last supper. He’s about to die.” And she cracked up laughing. These are the reasons we don’t go to church.

When I was about 11 my brother and I came home from school to find that our mom wasn't home and we were locked out of the house. We sat down to wait but I soon realized that I had to go the bathroom and really needed to get into the house. At the time I was into reading historic true-crime and gangster stories and got this bright idea to pick the lock. I found a twig and stuck it into the lock in the doorknob. When I twisted the twig, it broke off deep into the lock where you couldn't see it. At this time my mom returned home with my sister and tried to open the door with her key. Of course the key wouldn't go in. My very elderly neighbor had to come over with his ladder and my very small sister had to climb up and go through an upstairs window to let us in. The whole doorknob had to be replaced and all my mom could say was, "What were you thinking?"

Actually I can't remember the story myself but my family has told it to me so often, that I can easily picture myself doing my misdeed.
Here it goes: We visited my grandparents and my mom had just put me down for my nap, I was around 2-3yo. I must have been not very sleepy because I sneaked out of bed and went to the bathroom, which we children shared with my parents at my grandparents house. My mom has a huge favour for lipsticks and her beautycase stood on the floor, easy for me to reach. That must have been hell of a temptation for a little girl like me. And sure enough I started painting myself. Soon that must have started to bore me, because then I began to paint the whole bathroom in all shades of pink from the floor to about half a meter high. Even in the spaces of the radiator I painted pink lipstick. Needless to say why the story is still livid in my family, especially because up to today you can still find rests of the lipstick in the radiator.

When I was 4/5 I was in the park and saw a fluffy red and black caterpillar now I had just learned that most fluffy caterpillars are poisonous( I was not aware that the wooly bear caterpillar is not ) and being the good citizen I am did not want anything bad to happen to the poor person who tried to picked it up I decided the rational thing to do was smush it however once I found out it was not poisonous and thought about the fact I had just MURDERED an innocent creature I spent the rest of the day crying still feel guilty but it did make me want to know more about Insects and I am now studying to become an entomologist

My first pet at age 2 1/2 was "Loveable" the cat. He and I would have adventures and one day we went down to our pantry storage in the basement, and poked open many jars of freshly wax sealed blackberry jelly. It was fun to pop the wax, and then we secretly had ourselves a feast. After we were finished I became worried that Loveable would get cavities from the jelly so, I held him between my legs and brushed his teeth with my Dad's toothbrush. My mother noticed this event and asked me why I used my Dad's tooth brush; my answer was because "I didn't want to get my own toothbrush dirty!" Still have not lived this story down!

When I was about 2 yo, I woke up in the middle of the night and fell asleep by the toilet. I don't know why. When my parents woke up, they thought I had wondered into the woods with our dog like I sometimes did and had gotten lost. 4 hours later, my dad went to the bathroom and screamed, "I FOUND HER!!!!" We still laugh about it today.

When I was about 6 and my brother was about 2 he tried to make a "surprise" for me. At first he asked if I could fit my finger into the space between door and a wall and when I did he just... accidentally shut the door. And also broke my finger. Didn't tell to my parents what's the problem with that finger until I got 15 or so because I was afraid they will be angry with my brother.

We were on a vacation with my mom and brother. I was around 5 or 6 years old. One afternoon we were walking on the beach where some volleyball tournament was happening. I don't remember what was the reason now, but my mom didn't let me to do something and I got soo mad that I told her that I don't want to be with her anymore and I will run away and find some better people to be with (gotta love that child's mind). So brave me ran into the crowd and got lost.
1-2 hours later mom found me sitting on the sand, talking with some foreigners (I didn't even spoke English at the time)... She was so genuinely scared that she didn't even yell at me afterwards :/
Though I did it on purpose, I had no idea how terrible I will make her feel.

I had a balloon. I wanted to see how slowly the air would leak out if it just had a tiny pin hole in it. My mother was kneeling cleaning the oven, with her head inside. I walked in to the kitchen to show her, just as I stuck the pin into the balloon. Needless to say, that didn't cause a small slow leak.

When I was around 6 years old, I used to sleepwalk A LOT. Once I was sleeping at my grandmas house, on the second floor. And that second floor door opened straight to stairs down. Guess who decided to sleepwalk out the door, fall down the stairs while sleepwalking? ME. Guess who did not understand what happened, tried to stand up and then realized their leg was broken? ALSO ME. This story was probably the most extreme, but there were also a lot of cases of me standing at the head of my parents bed and crying, with my dark brown loooong hair around my face. Honestly, I am happy my parents didn't watch too many horror movies, so they had nothing to associate my acts with and I wasn't thrown out of my home or something...

My mother rarely took photos of my brother and I. So when I was 7 years old, I became instantly suspicious when she ordered us to dress well to take photos. Later that day, a car pooled up by our house with a sign saying " driving school". My little genius head thought it read drive to school , making me panic. I thought it was here to take my brother and I away which is why our mother wanted pictures. So I bravely hid behind a wall and threw rocks at it to save my brother and I from this monster car.

Later that day during dinner my brother mentions that his driving instructor's car had a crack on the windshield. My guilty ass says to him that maybe a berry from the tree fell on it. He wanted to argue but my parents seemed contempt with the answer. Til this day no one knows of my heroic acts

When I was around 8-9, I was watching a show with my dad. In the show, an old man, who was at his doctor's appointment all of a sudden asked if he was pregnant, because he was looking quite bloated. Now when I think about it, he was just delusional from the fear of dying or something similar. But my naïve brain not knowing anything, turned around and ask my dad “Hey dad, does that mean you’re pregnant too?” (Heads up – the answer is no)

When I was 10 I was home alone with my sister and we accidentally set the alarm off. The alarm company called and asked for the password, which I didn't know. So a police officer pulled up in front of our house to check on us. We had security cams, but I could only see the bottom of the car, and naturally, having seen the first 20 minutes of Taken, I thought we were getting robbed. I grabbed a knife and answered the door crying and, uh... concerned the police officer

When I was about 5 or 6 I asked my mother to teach me to sew. She gave me a needle and thread and said anything of your father's that has a hole in it - you can sew. My father worked construction so there were always rips in his jeans...so my mom left me (which can partially be blamed on her) to make dinner. When she came back I was so proud of the job I did and she started busting out laughing....I had apparently sewed all of the "holes" in my father's underwear.

When I was about 4 years old I didn't like going to kindergarten. So one one day while we were playing outside in the afternoon I convinced a friend of mine to escape with me. We hid in a large bush until everyone went back inside for a snack and we somehow managed to snuck out the yard without anyone noticing us and then we just went home by ourselfs. The problem is that kindergarten and home were a few blocks away and there was a huge, busy crossroad between them, but we somehow managed to get home safe. Our parents were terified and they actually didn't scold us much. The huge scolding was for the teachers because they haven't even noticed that we were missing until our parents notified them we ran and got home on our own.

When I was three or four, my mom decided to paint my bedroom a nice pale pink. Well, the day she was painting, I was in the middle of everything and getting on her nerves, so she decided to give me an activity to do to keep me off her back. She set me up with paper, a small paintbrush and some fingerpaints and told me to do "splash art", which consisted of simply wetting the paintbrush in different colors and then splashing it onto the paper. What my mother hadn't considered was that the whole, freshly painted, wall right behind me would also end up covered in splash art! Not really my fault because I was so little, and my mom got a frustrated laugh out of it. :-)

I lived at my grandmother's house, and one time, I have absolutely no idea why I put her house keys in the freezer. Later that day, everyone went bananas looking for the keys, even myself, as I had forgotten that I had put them in the freezer, and they ended up changing the locks. Months later, when the freezer was turned of for cleaning, they found the keys and naturally, questioned me about it.