What kind of devilment did you do as a kid?

It would be a long list, nothing too destructive or very illegal, no felonies anyway (maybe), here is what I can think of:
  • Tormenting mean neighbors, anyone who didn't like kids had to beware. Managed to get one man to chase us several blocks, when we hid in some bushes he thought we had gone into a house, he ran in screaming really surprised the innocent inhabitants. Today he'd have probably gotten shot.
  • Catching baby alligators and putting them places they didn't belong, neighbors swimming pools were a favorite. Snakes too.
  • Setting off fire crackers everywhere, at that time they were illegal in Florida, but not Louisiana smuggled a lot in. Mailboxes were a favorite target. Cherry bombs and M80s were even better, but harder to get. Policeman caught us a couple of times, confiscated the fireworks, then I had to buy them back from his son...
  • Soaping windows and the like on Halloween, my favorite holiday.
  • Only time I ever shoplifted was on the one Boy Scout camp trip I went on. After only adult, the scout master, passed out drunk we went to a 7/11 to shoplift beer and cigarettes... the older boys showed me how. Don't think I got a merit badge for that one.
  • Oh, and I remember once gluing the art teacher's desk drawers shut, but she deserved it. Or I thought so at the time anyway.
 
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Since I went to a Catholic school and was taught by Nun's I never did anything wrong in school. Of course, outside of school, we did do some naughty things. We started having boyfriends from when we were very very young and made out (kissed )them. The girls and boys hung out all the time together.
 
Well, shoplifting, skipping school, vandalism, setting fires (soak an egg carton toss onto street watch burn while cars drive by) 15, bought beer, was into "Night Riding" on motorcycle.

Busted for vandalism though. Pay back was a bit
 
Well let's see, Summertime in the small town I grew up in was our time to have fun after dark. We all wore blue jeans and blue jean jackets. Guess why?
We had a small college in town, and we had an ongoing war between the college kids driving up and down main street during the Summer (summer school guys) and us. We would hang out between buildings on main street and when we spotted a college kids car, usually making lots of noise, this was in the late 50's and early 60's they had hot rods, and we could hear them coming. We would load up with eggs and crabapples and as they came by, we would paste them...then scatter. We all had favorite hiding places and we NEVER got caught.

I could go on and on.... but only one more...

Funny no one talked about TP-ing anyone's house, or I missed it! In America covering someone house and property with rolls of toilet paper is an art form. I and a group of my buddies from High School hold the record, we thought! We T P-ed a Cheerleaders home and property using over 100 (in those days you could get a roll for 10 cents) rolls. It took hours....at the time we were very proud! It got around school on Monday...which also was very funny...
 
I still think about it with horror! In Germany we loved to play Cowboys and Indians and during the course of a game in a forest we tied one of our friends to a tree ... and completely forgot about him until his mother approached us the following morning in a panic: Have any of you seen Norbert? He was okay physically but I'm not so sure about his mental state. :(
 
I used to place a few glass marbles in the strings of a grand piano at school. Occasionally it would play some interesting notes during school assemblies. Teacher wasn't pest pleased though. Although I did see her smile as she turned and walked off from me.
 
For all intents and purposes, I was a good kid in general and in school, for the most part, but that doesn't mean I was an angel.

I can tell you this: when I was in high school, we made the front page of the newspaper in my senior year. One night we all piled into Kathy's car and drove around the neighborhood close to our high school. We stopped and took several "For Sale" signs off of people's lawns and put them in the trunk. Then we sat in the car across the street from the school and timed the police as they made their rounds. When we had the timing figured out, we parked in front of the school and stuck all the "For Sale" signs in the grass in front of the school. The next day, a photo was on the front page with the headline "Blankity Blank High School for Sale." Nobody knew it was us. dirol We told no one. 🤐

Another night we scaled the fence, a really high fence, where the buses were parked at school. 🚌 There were a lot of buses and a lot of tires, so we let the air out of one front and one rear tire on as many as we could.

There were also a few other things that went on behind the scenes in school during school hours that would've gotten us suspended, if not expelled. It's a good thing we didn't get caught. I'm not willing to share that, but I'll say that there was no s ex involved, lol.

Bella ✌️
 
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Sticking a coin with superglue on top of a green steel structure positioned at the corner of a street. Then standing on the opposite side of the street to watch people trying to pick it up. Then me finding it difficult to stand up because I was laughing so hard, and drawing attention to myself at the same time.

Going into town with friends in a shopping area, and all of us standing outside starring high up at a point on a building. Watching people wonder what we were looking at, and then they too would look up. Eventually someone asking, “What are you looking at”, and responding by saying, “We are looking at that brick up there, it looks slightly different than the other 5,000

Out at night in the dark, me and a friend standing each side of a road, then both of us picking up an imaginary (invisible) length of rope, pulling it tight across the road. Causing all the traffic to stop in both directions. I seemed to have so much power as a child. Or at least right up to the point where we later did it to an unmarked police car. I had never ran so fast in all my life up to that point!
 
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I was generally too much of a coward to do anything really bad but one night during a slumber party at a friend's house, we decided to pile in her dad's car in our shorty pj's and go buzz the local drive-in restaurant/hot spot.

Why we thought that was a good idea, who knows, but we quietly pushed the car down the driveway and took off (I don't think any of us had a driver's license yet).

We buzzed, several times, and headed home and promptly ran out of gas. It's midnight-ish and we're in pj's. Oh, no. Luckily, it was in front of a house where we knew the occupants. We woke them up, they called the friend's dad who came with gas and great displeasure. Great amounts of it.

We were taken back to the house with the promise that our parents WOULD.HEAR.ABOUT.THIS in the morning. They did and I was grounded. It was quite a while before I got to attend another slumber party.
 


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