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

I was at a birthday party, age 7, and there was this orange air freshener that smelled sooo so good, so I sprayed it all over myself, and then I smelled really good, so all the kids started spraying it on themselves. Not 20 minutes later, all of us are crying and screaming because our skin is burning and turning red. There was something very irritating in the air freshener.

I got a really bad burn on my arm while my dad was taking tea out of the microwave. I thought it would be really funny to slam the door on him while he was grabbing it. The result was a huge, and bad burn on my arm.

Cut to a while later, my arm was almost healed. But you could still see the burn in spots. I hit my head on a table and cut it open. My mom brings me to the hospital to get stitches. Right when they are done stitching my head, I say have this conversation with the doctor.

Me: Oh! My other owie is almost gone!

Doctor: What other owie?

Me: From when my daddy poured hot tea on me.

That resulted in a very awkward conversation between my mother and the doctor. And the doctor almost calling CPS.

I told all of my friends I wanted to be a prostitute when I grew up.
Prosecutor. The word is prosecutor.

The worst one was taking my mothers "personal massager" to school for show and tell as i was a fairly literal child and thats what it said on the packaging, it wasn't obviously a marital aide as it was one of the more "bullet" options. However my at the time FEMALE teacher knew exactly what that was and took it away from me and called my mother to let her know as delicately as possible what I had taken to school.

It wasn't until I was much older that I realized what I had done! my mother gets a good laugh out of that one though for sure!

One night when i was 6 I was digging around in the kitchen why? I have no idea but i remember finding these red chilis you know the red dried kind you use for tamales? Well I was playing with them and i was getting sleepy. so what does sleepy me do? I rub my eyes. RUB MY EYES! my eyes were on fire. we lived in remote alaska so our trailer had no running water. so I grabbed babywipes, yes babywipes and i start rubbing my eyes with a baby wipe. then my little brain reminds me THERES SOAP IN BABYWIPES! needless to say I cried myself to sleep.

Just chatting with a school friend, she said something cheeky, I gave her a playful shove. She was standing at the top of a flight of concrete steps. She fell down them and broke her arm.

When I was about 5 my dad brought home a puppy. We lived in a third floor apartment that had the big roof to play on that was the ceiling to the second floor. When the dog pooped, I was supposed to clean it up. With space between our building and the one next door, I figured I'd sweep it into that space only to have it land on the windowsill of the neighbor downstairs. Our neighbor was really mad when she saw it and we had to rehome my puppy. I was so sad but learned a good lesson - when mom says clean it up she doesn't mean put it somewhere else!

Okay, so I was about five years old and my older sister and I were jumping on the bed. Well, she kept knocking into me and I said, "Stop it!" She said, "No, this is MY bed you stop it."
Anyway, we kept jumping and she knocked into me then I bumped my hip against hers, and I didn't realize how close to the edge of the bed we were and she fell off, hit her head on the TV stand, and started bleeding.
I started bawling and apologizing to her and my mother came in and took her to the hospital. That night I couldn't sleep, but somehow I did, and the next morning she had three stitches in her head, oops.

When I was six or seven my grandparents had those huge caterpillars in their jard. They were a lot bigger than my tiny palm. My sister and I were really fascinated by them. Till my clumsy ass actually sat on one, because I wasn't paying attention enough. There was so much green slim in them and it was all over my skirt. I am still so sorry for that.

When I was 14 I went on vacation with my best friend and her mom. We were staying at a camp ground on Myrtle Beach. One day my friend and I were hanging out with a bunch of other kids on the 2nd floor of the campground meeting center when we all decided to head to the beach. I slipped and fell down the flight of stairs on my butt and yelled "oh God" as I was falling. When I got to the bottom I realized there was a Sunday church service going on. No one said anything to me and the room was completely silent. Still one of my cringe worthy moments.

when i was 4 years old, i was playing with a pipe cleaner. Near a electrical outlet. I was acting like the pipe cleaner was a key and the outlet was the door. i did not know and shocked the heck out of myself. Lesson Learned. i still have the scar to this day.

When me and my brother were kids sharing a room we used to get up to all kinds of mischief, one day me and my brother were looking at our aunt and parents down stairs out the back of our block of flats and were planning on squirting water from an old fairy washing up liquid bottle down on them.

However as only one of the windows opened wide enough to peer out of (yes we leaned out an unsecure window 3 stories up - because kids and we were idiots.) so we had a bit of a ruckus.

Being the genius that I was at that age I knew it was obviously dangerous to try and push and shove each other incase we fell out of the window. So I shoved my brother backwards off the window ledge, where he turned, and, do you remember those wires that hang of hooks? to suspend the old lace curtains?

Well my brother got that wire lodged under his jaw line and was basically hung for a few moments as I in my utter panic decided to try and yank him down, by adding my weight to his, pulling the hooks out.

So down we come, net curtains, wire, me and my brother who was a bright pink in the face, livid and with a chafed neck that would give the tightest of underwear on the largest of weight watchers after a 20 mile jog in the summer a good run for its money.

Needless to say he proceeded to beat the crud outa me, we both lied to my parents and claimed our sister had lassoed him, and ate ice-cream watching pokemon as our sister had a timeout.

TLDR - Accidentally hung my brother and while freeing him managed to chafe his neck and jaw bad enough to make him bleed.

When I was about 2 or 3 my mom took me to the beach and I really had to pee. Mom said go pee in the lake. So being a small child I hiked up to the lake and pulled down my bathing suit bottoms and screamed "AHHHHH THAT FEELS SOO GOOOOD"

When I was about 8 years old, my 6 year old cousin came to visit for Easter. We spent the day running in and out of the house and my dad was constantly telling me to close the sliding door. When it was time to come in for dinner, my dad asked me to call my cousin in from the backyard. I ran to the door, didn't see anyone, so I hollered, "DINNER TIME!" I waited a moment until my dog ran inside and then conscientious me quickly closed the glass sliding door and followed. As I rounded the corner, behind me I heard a huge *BANG* as my cousin, running full speed, slammed into glass.

It’s not a big thing but a friend and I played bandits at school. We wrapped our jumpers around our heads as disguises. We saw a group of girls playing on some steps, one girl was holding a bag of crisps. We ran through the girls, I grabbed the crisps, threw them on the ground, jumped on them, then we ran off. I remember being scared for days we’d be caught - we weren’t. As an adult I realise what a horrible thing this was to do and still feel shame when I remember it.

When I was around a year old, i was walking around next to our “dirty” kitchen (in my house we have 2 kitchens the clean one and the one next to our garage(dk)). my baby sitter was preparing my food in the “dirty kitchen” when I started to eat something brown. The name of the kitchen came with a reason: we had some mice around and had set up lots of traps. My babysitter checked on me while i was “examining” the poo. Needless to say, I puked in the end.

I was about 12-13 when this happened. I was sitting on a latin lesson at school, and for some reason I had the brilliant idea to draw smily faces on the wall. I left the classroom as soon as possible and next period the teacher told us that someone vandalised the wall with smilies. She said whoever did it must volunteer and they will be punished or the whole class will suffer. And me being me, I didn't tell. Weeks passed and I am having a casual chat with my teacher, when somehow this topic comes up. She says the punishment is that class camp canceled. Being the weird kid I was, I was bullied by everyone in class, and all I ever did was sit at my desk doodling and
interacting with my Medic poster. I didn't have much friends, and I never was really part of the team. So I wouldn't have gone to class camp even if i could've. Everyone else however, were dying to go. They all were so disappointed and sad when they couldn't go. Nobody found out it was me, and I only told my best friend about it.

When I was 10 or 11 my older brother was left in charge while my parents went to a comedy club. The rule was we could go to the neighbors house if there was an adult home, but no one was allowed in our house when mom and dad were gone. My brother wasn’t the “coolest” kid on the block, and he was trying to impress some older kids (teens) and wanted to a bunch of the guys he was hanging out with to our house to show them my dads stereo equipment. Me, knowing this guy and his friends were trouble (they were known to get high a lot), locked the doors before my brother brought them home (yeah... the person left to care for me left). My brother was so mad he was locked out that he punched through a window in the door. I didn’t get in trouble since I was following the rules, but having to replace the door wasn’t the intent when it happened.

The dumbest thing I did was when I was around 7 or 8...I tried to learn how to throw a boomerang and was captivated for a day. I still have a scar right next to my eyebrow from watching it come back.

I was little... like just under 2. Guess I was knee-deep in potty training. One day I went poop all by myself and was really proud. My dad was laying on the living room floor on his back. I jumped off the potty, ran down the hall, and yelled "Daddy, Daddy, I went big job!" and sat on his face, bare-butt, without wiping. Mom said he got up, laughing so hard she thought he might stroke out. She never told me if I turned my Dad into a true brown-noser, and to this day, I'm afraid to ask.