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

When I was 9 I convinced my 2yo cousin that the chilli bush in her garden was actually a carrot bush. There were a lot of tears, I still feel bad about it...

As a teenager I volunteered at the special Olympics. I was working the concession stand and someone paid in change. I was having trouble calculating there change and it was taking a while. I said without hesitation or thinking, " I'm sorry I'm retarded." The customer looked at me and was mortified. I cried instantly.

I was 6 or 7 and it was my sisters birthday, we were having a party at our house, my Mum said whoever cleaned the front steps would get $2. I happily cleaned the stairs got the $2. Fast foward to the party and there was plenty of food (sweets, chips, party pies, etc) but I heard the ice cream van and ran out to go get myself an ice cream with my $2. I ran across the road and got my prize, then (without looking) crossed back to my side of the street only to be hit by a car. It wasn't long before my parents realised it was me. I remember coming to in the car with my Dad driving like an abolute maniac and Mum holding me. I looked down to see my shin bone sticking out at a very unpleasant angle. The woman who hit me came to visit me a few times and bought me the lots of presents. The best being Mouse Trap. Now as an adult I can't imagine how guilty she must have felt.

My sister is 5 years younger than me and has "royal blood". She was 3yo and were visiting our grandparents farm when i locked her in the shed. Well, the thing is in that shed the cheese was being processed so the smell was horrible. She began screaming and hitting the door when my aunt arrived freed the little spoiled kid and gave me a butt slap. I was shocked, no one ever touched me, so i told her i'm going home, she obviously laughed and said go!
Now mind you, the farm is in the woods, the home is at least 6km away, i had to cross the woods, walk along the highway, get to the village and climb over the fence because there was no one home. Did my aunt know that i was a crazy little idiot girl and by saying no she challenged me? Nope.
They found me home long time past sunset, my grandma crying my aunt crying, they left all the work at the farm called half of the village and searched the woods all day because they were sure i got lost and there was no way i could find the way home from there.

Not me, but my sister. She used the garden hose to "put gas in Mommy's car."

Probably not the worst, but the one I can think of off the top of my head. I live within a half hour of the US/Canada border, Canadian side, and back in the 80s and 90s and earlier a lot of people would go over to the states to buy gas, beer, milk, etc. It was pretty much a Sunday tradition for us. One time when I was maybe 6 or 7 we were over there for the usual load of junk food etc, and my parents bought me a cap gun. Coming back across the border the agents ask the usual questions about where we were, what we're bringing back. Dad lists off everything (except probably a lot of beer and tobacco, because smuggling that stuff was super easy back then), and when he finished I pipe up in the backseat and say "And a gun!", somewhat proud of my new toy. Well, turns out that's a sure fire way to get your car searched, and your dad busted for smuggling beer, who'd have known?

One time I put a penny in my parent’s car’s cigarette lighter socket. It was the 80’s so lighter sockets were all over the car, including the doors in the backseat. It completely drained the battery within a few hours, and it took the guy at the garage a few days to figure out what was wrong with the electrical system.

When I was seven ish I just got a new bike and one of my friends asked if she could ride it. Ofcourse I said yes, and I hoped on the back (I was bare foot and had trouble balancing). As she rode on ,my bare foot got stuck . I was screaming and crying but she just kept going. My neighbor ran towards the bike and stopped it.

She got me of the bike (my foot bleeding) and shouted at the girl. She carried me to my house and bring me to my mother ( who was a nurse) who treated me until my father came home and took my to the hospital.

The girl never came to say sorry or play with me after that. I remember my mum and her mum having a huge fight after.

I was about 7 when I made an enemy of my next door neighbour. I still dont see it as my fault that he had side chicks and side children and I didn't understand shit about that. When one of his assorted children came to play I was like 'I was playing with your brother the other week'.

'What brother?'

'Oh you know, the one your dad has with that other lady'

Book smart street dumb, was me.

When I was little I overheard my mom saying how my aunt chewed with her mouth open. Sometime later my aunt is in the car with my mom, myself and my sister, and I proudly yell out how my mom says she chews with her mouth open. It was terribly awkward and I’m glad I can only remember fragments of it.

Another time I came home from school crying and in front of my mother and grandmother told my mom how at school everyone else has a great-grandmother but I have a mean one. Didn’t understand the concept and we laugh about it constantly now.

When we were both 8, I gave my cousin a corn cob pipe I found in a drawer in the garage, and he put lawn clippings in it and smoked it, and had to be rushed to the hospital. Apparently my aunt and uncle had just chemically treated the lawn and he smoked a whole bunch of nasty pesticides and herbicides.

There were stray cats hanging around our house that had kittens. Me and my brother desperately wanted to keep one but of course my parents said no. So we grabbed one and hid it in the BBQ which had a lid on it. It suffocated. And we got in big trouble. That was over 35 years ago and I still feel awful about it.

I unknowingly broke my arm when I was four. My parents had no idea. I didn't complain much even though it hurt like hell. I wound up carrying my arm around with the other arm. Parents noticed me doing this but didn't know what to think. The break eventually healed this way and when I went for a check up the doctor informed my parents that I had broken my arm.

I was with my mom over at her friends' house. We were out in the barn looking at their chickens. As we were going out the neighbor guy shut the automatic garage door, and I thought it would be neat to do a sweet James Bond move and slide under the door as it was closing. Long story short, I got stuck under the door, and the guy had to lift it with his hands against the motor so I could slide out. I was a little older than I'd like to admit.

Not me, but my older sister needed material to make something (I can't remember what it was, some arts and craft thing). Anyway, she found my mother's wedding dress and decided it was the perfect material, so she cut a big square out of the dress.

Luckily my mother is very, very easy-going and has never cared about material things that much (she was a hippie, and still is), so she was initially annoyed but pretty much just laughed it off in the end.

I found naked pictures of my mother and swapped them for bubble gum. Needless to say, my dad was not pleased when he had to got to 5 houses around my very small town to get them back.

I called it "the wolf game." I'd stand halfway between my house and the woods and howl, and see how many wolves I could get to show up.
My record was three before common sense kicked in... I should not have survived to adulthood lol.

When I was little there was a song called let me see your peacock(?). I thought pee was the bad word so I would go around yelling „let me see your cock“.

Basically my mom and dad divorced when I was really young because my dad was cheating and a hardcore drug addict. Well, my mom recovered and tried to get back into the dating world a few years later.

One day when I was around 7 or 8 I realized I'd seen her with 3 or 4 different guys over the course of a year or two, and I came up with the bright idea to say:

"Wow Mom, you've been with a lot of guys! Are you ever going to find one that loves you?"

It was an honest, naive child question and I couldn't understand why my mom ran away crying.

My baby sister once said to one of the nursery staff that her favourite thing to do was "crack with mummy".

After some concerned phone calls and some explanation. Mum explained to them that "crack" was when they hit the top of a boiled egg with a spoon.