What's one ' thing ' your Parents never found out about..

[FlashDrive]

I'll go first :innocent:

When I was 9 , I snuck out of the house one night, and flogged my neighbours milk money. :rolleyes: .. a whole .20c

I went to school that day and blew it all on lollies at the corner shop.

Back in those days, milk was .10c a bottle ( 1964 ) ..... you'd go to the Holden Dealer and see the new EH Holden on show.

My Mum and Dad never knew about it.

Next Please ..... tell us your story....:whistle:

Poppy. :D

PS ... If any of you got ideas of ringing ' Crime Stoppers ' ....I'll just deny it .....:P

I just realized, this happened 51years ago ,,,,can't get in trouble now....:D

[Sconesbie]

We used to hassle poor old Mrs Beck four houses up the road from where we lived (I think she is still alive). This being said, my story is 26 years old now.

We would wander up and tie a length of cotton or fishing line to her door knocker loosely, hide around the corner of her house behind a bush, give it a few quick pulls to knock on the door and then pull on the string so it would come off the knocker. We'd do this three or four times. It's sort of like the old "knock and run".

We were confident Mrs Beck would not see us but looking back now, I'm sure she did. We never told Mum as we'd be in trouble for annoying her but somehow I feel that Mum knows??? Dad would have just laughed.

Sometimes we'd throw rocks on her roof.

If I told Mum now I reckon I'd still get a smack around the ear hole for being annoying.

[ZeroID]

Our next door neighbour but one had a rather overgrown back yard full of fruit trees and we hada friend who used to live a couple more sections down the road.
We used to leap the fences in between, raid the plum tree and then leap the next few sections and fences to the friends house further down.
I think we only ever got greenish plums but the thrill and excitement of the raid was priceless !!

[brian nordstrom]

:confused2: Nearly burning the shed down playing with matches at about 8yo ,,,
Brian.

[GeoffW1]

Hi,

My Dad served in the RAAF in Borneo in WWII, and he brought home several things, and stored them under the house. I found them.

There was a sand filled aerial practice bomb, and I took that to the cubby house I and my friends had made in the bush.

http://www.galtmuseum.com/collections-images/online%20auction/images/Practice-or-Dummy-Bomb_jpg.jpg

I came home from school one day to find the street blocked off and the police, army, fire brigade, and ambulance in attendance. I existed in terror for the next few days but no-one said anything.

Then there was a practice hand grenade, a Mills Bomb

http://media.iwm.org.uk/iwm/mediaLib/249/media-249265/mid.jpg

It was inert, but I had no clue about that. I took it to school and showed it around. We played soldiers for a bit until a horrified teacher spotted us. It just happened he was an ex-Army officer who saw immediately it was a dummy by the colour coding on it, and it disappeared. Again, nothing was ever said.

After that I found a WWII smoke bomb. We took that to the park, put it in a big drain and triggered it. This one was live!! We hid in the surrounding bush and watched the fire brigade, then police, then the army turn up.

By then they must have known there was a deranged urban terrorist at work in the neighbourhood, but I had now run out of ammunition.

Cheers

[blink138]

my brother and i "discovered" immature lemons and a tennis racket!
hours of fun hearing them hitting roofs two streets away ha ha!
pat

[jenchris]

I used to play hookey on the last day of term when I was at prep school.
There was no learning on the last day anyway so I decided the shopping street was a better place to be.

[leon]

Oh dear, all these bad children, :lol: I guess we as kids thought we got away with lots of stuff that our parents never knew about, ;) however they probably did know some of it at least, but said nothing :shrug:


Leon:thumbsup:

[I.C.D]

When I was in my teen back in the sixty's a couple of us use to pinch water melons from the local veggie farmer and take them down to the river to cool them off before we eating them .This one day he must have seen us and as we where rolling the melons out of the paddock with our bums in the air we heard a bang and sudden pain to our rear ends we up and bolted to the river with the farmer laughing his head off he had shot us with rock salt though we found it hard to sit for a couple day and when question by my mother why, i just said i had fall of by bike

ian:lol::lol:

[Baddad]

:):D:D;):eyepop::D
Those naughty incidents pale in comparison to some of the stuff I did. Not at all proud but this is the story. All true and only names are changed.

From a school history book for 9 - 10year olds was the ingredients to make gunpowder. When I turned 11 I found I could obtain the three quite easily. Chemistry was my favourite before I even studied the subject at high school years later.

I became bored with blowing up coffee tins and jars. I found some 2" (50mm) pipe with threaded ends and blank plugs for the ends. I cut a fuse hole with a hack saw. Filled it with as much powder as I could. now I had something serious.

The local bridge over the "River Sassafrass" was supported by pillars. These consisted of rocks that were cemented together. However because cement was expensive the mortar mix must have been lean. Consequently the mortar was soft and easily scratched out. That would allow entire rocks to be removed, leaving a large hole.

One of those holes in a supporting pillar had the pipe and gunpowder device placed into it. The rock was replaced and then jammed in with smaller rocks hammered in place. A long fuse was exposed through a gap that laid along the ground as well.

The fuse received some warming from a lighted match. I ran along the river bank to where Donald avenue met the river bank. I thought I should have heard something by now. Maybe a failure and did an about turn to investigate. I had gone maybe three steps and an enormous thunderbolt whacked my ears.

I ran up the street turning in the direction of the bridge. As I neared the bridge road there were people getting out of cars and running to the bridge. Cars had stopped all over the bridge and nearby.

Men had gone down under the bridge and said a pillar had collapsed. The bridge was unsafe on one side. I was shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze.
Police and fire brigade arrived and some order was restored. Months later the bridge had been rebuilt and was made to service 4 lanes instead of the miniscule 2. Since then it has been upgraded even more.

My parents talked about that incident and there was much wild speculation as to what had happened to the bridge. One story I heard was just unbelievable as I listened to it. A woman claimed that she saw an overloaded truck speed over the bridge stressing the pillars to break point followed by a huge bang as one pillar exploded from the stress.

Well there was only one person at 11 or 12 years old that knew what really happened. My parents never spoke about it after a week or two.
It was forgotten and I doubt if anyone who worked on or saw the aftermath of the bridge is still alive today.

Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and if the Bobbies are informed I will plead insanity.

Cheers :lol:

[jenchris]

A friend of mine did the pipe bomb thing and lost a couple of fingers when it went off in his hand. That was after he felled an elm tree 200years old in Wales UK with the first one

[ZeroID]

Hmm, explosives eh ?
OK, a school mate with the unlikely name of Tom Dooley ( no, really !!) and myself were lab techs at school. And both into rockets (another story there !! ) and explosives. He found a plan for an 'elephant gun'. This was basically a rocket propelled bullet. We had access to an old Myford lathe so turned up one of these 'bullets' basically a spin stabilised rocket about 100 mm long, no fins, and found a pipe about the right diameter for a barrel.
Took this contraption down into our local bush, back of the park\zoo and set it up jammed under a tree root and aimed across the creek. Lit the fuse and retired very quickly. Bloody great explosion and the projectile ripped out the side of a large tree with an about 500mm trunk on the other side of the creek which then promptly came crashing down in our direction.
We just did a runner ....

[tlgerdes]

And today, you would all be called terrorists.

[leon]

True Trevor, try and get away with that these days, they would lock you up, until they got the real story out of you.

Leon

[Pinwheel]

My how things have changed, I went to our local chemist shop when I was 10 and told the pharmacists I was doing a school project on "Gunpowder" Not only did he tell me how to make it, he ordered in the ingredients.
1/3 Carbon
1/3 part A won't say.
1/3 Part B still won't say.
But BANG! she went. Great fun! :rofl:

Later I made a working Bazooka! but you can't prove that.

[ZeroID]

I still have about 20 kg of Pot----- fertiliser down in the garage from my amateur rocketry experiments. Gave up after the second explosion, now it gets scattered over the lawn and garden each year and it's great as tree stump killer in high dosages.
Took up some quiet, expensive hobby, something to do with optics and stars ... :question: At least it doesn't go bang unexpectedly ..... :lol:

[ZeroID]

Nah, we were just being 'boys' .... :P

Boys did that kind of stuff then.

Used to go down into the local bush, two of us would climb about 1/3 up a skinny pine tree then start it oscillating till the top broke off and came down. Then we'd hack into the branches and sell them as Xmas trees ... :thumbsup:

[AstralTraveller]

Stars don't go bang?? :P At least they are at a safe distance.

[tlgerdes]

So True Brent. I wasnt saying we are, I was pointing out how times have changed.

My problem wasnt that my parents didnt know what I was up to, it was that they knew what I was up to. I was upfront and honest.

Like the first time I was drunk at 15, walked in the door and my father was there, "yes Dad, Im drunk" and proceeded to walk to the bathroom to not so quietly throw up. Hangover lasted 2 days.

Got caught speeding at 17 on my "L's"

Like everyone older than 45, have "re-purposed" fireworks.

Never did anything malicious. Except those few dozen sapling gum trees we destroyed in the nearby bush, because it was fun to see how far they would bend before they would break.

[ZeroID]

I remember when my then 15 yr old son came home totally p......d, absolutely s....f....d. Found him half naked ( no pants) on his bed covered in vomit and s...t. :eyepop:
He'd finished his big exams and went to a mates place after, They got stuck into the creme de menthe and I think vodka. He'd crashed his bike into a ditch, staggered home and lost the lot everywhere.
My then wife was in there cleaning up and giving him the big lecture ( which he couldn't even think about lying there spreadeagled ) and I walked into the house to the smell of it all.

I just about collapsed from laughter, funniest thing ever. Knew it would happen sometime and he'd survived !! :rofl:

My ex-wife was not as impressed .... ;)

Stripped the bed, chucked it all in the washer. Cleaned him up and dosed him with some headache stuff and left him to sleep it off. He still can't stand the sight of creme de menthe and vodka. I think there was some sherry mixed in there as well. NOT a good combination.

But absolutely priceless .... :rofl: