Can you remember something you did at a really young age that got your Mom or Dad mad?

Ruth n Jersey

Ruth n Jersey

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We had a large basement which my Mom kept nice and clean. Nothing fancy, painted cement floor and walls, but warm in the winter and a great place for me to play when I couldn't be outside. My mom had her washing machine down there and Dad would clean up after doing yard work in two big tubs.On wash day she would put the hose from the old washing machine in one tub to pump out the water and the ringer faced the other so the clothes would fall right in the rinse water. She also had her curtain stretcher down there. One day during her spring cleaning she had washed all the white curtains in the whole house and spent hours pinning several layers to the stretcher. I had my tricycle down there. After she was done and went upstairs I got my water color kit and sat on my tricycle and painted the most beautiful picture on her curtains. Needless to say my Mom did not appreciate my art work. Another time I tried to help by scouring her cast iron frying pan with Brillo. The food stuck for months after.
 

Yup, I can think of several times that I messed up badly as a child. However, my parents were pretty straight forward...they rewarded me for doing something good, and I usually picked myself up off the floor when I screwed up. It didn't take me too long to discover the difference between Right and Wrong....and resolve never to do That particular thing again. In today's "mamby/pamby" world, they could have potentially been accused of child abuse, but looking at some of the kids running around today, I think a swift kick in the butt would probably be a far better means of instilling some sense into them, than some of this Psychology BS that seems to be the current trend. Girls can usually be "reasoned" with, and a suspension of privileges, or a good "talking to" is generally all that is needed...we had very little trouble raising our two girls. Boys, however, sometimes need to feel the "back of the hand". IMO.
 
Ha, ha, ha, Ruth, seems we were both, young artiste. While my mom was in the hospital giving birth to my little sis I was back at home drawing a giant head on her and my dad's bedroom wall. I had a cruel aunt while she and my other siblings sat to dinner I was ordered to clean that wall. I don't even remember which aunt it was, but I was mad hungry, and never did that again. Though that wasn't the last of my deeds. BTW I was only 4 y/o.
 

I think it all started with being born and went downhill after that. My siblings are all considerably older, and my old girl probably thought she was past child bearing age. Then I had the audacity to come along. Seems to me that everything I did made her mad - or at least nothing pleased her. Both my parents were totally incapable of constructing a logical argument and I could out-argue them from an early age. That got them mad - yeah!!
 
My dad's answer to whatever stoopid thing we had just done (and this was at least once a day) was, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? NO, WAIT, DON'T ANSWER THAT! YOU WEREN'T/!!!"

We had a large station wagon and a garage with a narrow door. Inevitably, when I tried to back the wagon out, I'd get it stuck at an angle in the door. I'd have to come in and tell him that, once again, the station wagon was stuck. He'd stomp out and inch it out the door and tell me, once again, that I owed him a car when I made my first paycheck. I loved my dad, really loved him. He'd rant and rave but we all knew he didn't mean it.
 
The list is endless. Lol. I was an artist, particularly an escape artist. Smacking me around was never effective. Just pissed me off. I raised my son using the psychobabble, worked for him.
 
One time, pre-school, my mom was ironing and dropped the iron on the floor. I made the mistake of laughing out loud. Earned a smack on the behind while passing by. Worked for me. Can't remember any more until the teen years.
 
Well, there was the Spring snowball fight in my father's garage. We had a late March/early April snowstorm. There was no school as a result. My friends and I had a huge snowball fight that ended up in the two car garage. He came home to water all over the floor and a broken window. He was rightfully pissed off and I'd seldom seen him that angry. I got grounded for the entire Spring vacation week. I was so mad at him for punishing me like that, feeling that it was excessive.
 
As a little bitty kid, I drew on the front room wallpaper with crayons. My mother had a COW!! I'll never forget that. Then my dad came home and HE had a COW!

Needless to say, I never did that again. Also the crayon never came completely out of that wallpaper, either.
 
I remember one time I called my Mom a very bad word. I can't remember why but she grabbed me an sat me down in a chair. At that point she
said"An don't get up till I say you can". I replied "I can if I want to" needles to say I didn't till she said I could,lol. Mom was always such a loving caring
parent. Very rarely did she ever get angry with us kids. She loved her kids to the very end. She always made sure "we were happy''. She did this up until
the day shed died. I so miss her
 
Well, my older brother was playing catch with an orange, with his friend; they were in high school when I was in grade school. I wanted to join in, so I ended up being in the middle- that made a game of "catch" turn into "keep-away".

Well, I couldn't catch the orange, it went over my head, and smashed through a window. My mother hollered my name, I ran into the house, answering her summons. She beat my backside with a hair brush, because she thought that it was my fault that the window got broken. That was it.
 
I thought I was a very good child until I turned a teenager (even I knew I was horrible then), but my mother never let me forget about something I did when I was five that she said embarrassed her. I was, according to my mother, the only child who cried on the first day of kindergarten and I made her stay in the room after all the other mothers had left. She was angry with me because I had been begging to go to school for at least a year or two before that day and she never expected me to cry (apparently, I made a huge fuss). I don't know what frightened me that first day, but it certainly wasn't my teacher, who I still think of as an angel. My mother reminded me of that day practically till the day she died, more than 60 years later.
 
I remember playing with my friends at our house. We were such tomboys. All of use climbed a tree over to the roof on our neighbor's outhouse, On his property was a mulberry tree. We'd sit and eat berries all afternoon. The berries started working on us, and we had to use the bathroom. Mom was cleaning the kitchen floor, and wouldn't let us come in. We ran out the door to the neighbor's outhouse. When one of us open the door, our neighbor was sitting, butt naked reading his newspaper. It was @#@#@%&*$ Damn Kids. We were excused on this one. The berry eating and stains that would stay forever on our clothes. Just don't do it again or climb on the roof on the outhouse. You could have fallen through and if our neighbor was in there killed him or hurt yourselves an him. At the end of this dramatic speech dad would clear his voice. That meant business.:love_heart:
 
When my younger sister and I were probably 6 and 7, we stayed with our grandmother one day. We thought while she was doing things elsewhere in the house that it would be awfully fun to see what happened if we fed potato chips into a small fan running on the floor, which resulted in them being spewed all over the rug. We howled with laughter until our grandmother came into the room. For some reason my sister was punished, but I wasn't even though I was equally as guilty.
 
When I was 5 years old, I walked home from kindergarten alone. I was so proud of myself for having such a great sense of direction but my grandma, my mom and even my dad were really angry and told me never to do that again. :eek:nthego:
 
When I was probably six or seven years old, I discovered the joys of melting crayons over a hot lightbulb. When I saw it smoking, naturally I did what anyone would do and threw water on the lightbulb, shorting out the light and causing it to shatter. My father came running, and being an electrician was not amused in the least. Thankfully I was not electrocuted, but I sure got a lecture.
 
Marley said:
I remember playing with my friends at our house. We were such tomboys. All of use climbed a tree over to the roof on our neighbor's outhouse, On his property was a mulberry tree. We'd sit and eat berries all afternoon. The berries started working on us, and we had to use the bathroom. Mom was cleaning the kitchen floor, and wouldn't let us come in. We ran out the door to the neighbor's outhouse. When one of us open the door, our neighbor was sitting, butt naked reading his newspaper. It was @#@#@%&*$ Damn Kids. We were excused on this one. The berry eating and stains that would stay forever on our clothes. Just don't do it again or climb on the roof on the outhouse. You could have fallen through and if our neighbor was in there killed him or hurt yourselves an him. At the end of this dramatic speech dad would clear his voice. That meant business.:love_heart:
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Oh Marley, that is priceless!
 
Bobw235 said:
When I was probably six or seven years old, I discovered the joys of melting crayons over a hot lightbulb. When I saw it smoking, naturally I did what anyone would do and threw water on the lightbulb, shorting out the light and causing it to shatter. My father came running, and being an electrician was not amused in the least. Thankfully I was not electrocuted, but I sure got a lecture.
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Boys tend to do some really dumb things! I used to say it is amazing so many make it to adulthood. My son, when he was around 10 "rewired" his chord organ by cutting off the plug and wrapping the wire around another plug. And then he plugs it into the receptacle. I don't know how he wasn't electrocuted!
 
I gave me old mans war medals away
to the rag n bone man while he was at work

i got a goldfish and a toy talking parrot
seemed a good swop at the time lol

he never forgave me
 
Bonzo, how old were you? Children do some things for what reason, we don't understand. I hope at least you have forgiven yourself--it sounds like another adult taking advantage of a child.
 
I used to sit and play with them medals
on me doorstep when this rag n bone man
came by offered me a goldfish n a toy parrot
for the medals I think I was about six

yes your right Carla he definitely did
take advantage of a child
 

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