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

My parents were fairly strict when we were growing up and we would get spanked or punished for doing things they found unacceptable. I was a quick learner, not an angel but I knew the ground rules. Younger brother, not so much. We went to visit our grandparents whom just had their living room and dining room wallpapered, they always kept a nice house. They always had things on hand for the grandkids and we each got a bottle of soda and we're going to sit at the dining room table. Little brother chose a cola, and no one noticed him shaking the bottle. POW! It erupted and sprayed the entire ceiling and some of the walls! My father was ready to kill him. My grandfather, told him to calm down, it would dry and you wouldn't notice it. Well it did dry but you could still see it. Those grandparents were always so forgiving but my dad was livid.
 

my mom had a tropical fish collection . the big show at that time was sea hunt .

well i was a really young kid and i got a sewing needle , thread and a rubber band and i started trying to spear the fishes as they swam by
 
Came across an old picture of me sitting next to my father and grandfather outside on folding chairs. That is proof I must of done something wrong that day as I would not be sitting there on my own accord. My dad was a quiet man, he would sit and watch us but almost without looking. He would motion for us to come over then would make us sit there "till we learned how to behave". I always hated that! It would seem like FOREVER. Oh, and there were no explanations or buts--- that would be another infraction and double the time.
 

When I was seven I had one of those toy bow and arrow sets with the rubber suction tips. They probably don't make them anymore, dangerous toys that they were. Anyway I was down in the basement with my younger sister, minding my own business, practicing with the bow and arrow. Sure enough, she got in the way. I told her to move. She didn't, so I did what any normal seven year old boy would do.....I shot her with the arrow. My aim was so good, it hit her in the face, right around the eye. Fortunately it caused no damage (thank you rubber suction tips), but being that she was five years old, she let out a wail. That crying sent our mother downstairs to see what the commotion was and naturally my little sister blamed me for shooting her in the face. I was caught with the evidence in hand. My mother didn't want to hear my excuse that, in retrospect, probably wasn't the best, that my little sister had been in the way and thus deserved to be shot with an arrow.

Not long after that I found myself bent over my mother's lap and on the wrong end of one of those paddleball paddles, as was the common punishment in our house for causing injury to one's sister. And I learned a valuable lesson that night, never aim for the face. Or was it don't shoot your kid sister with toy arrows?
 
I remember a picture. I'd have to dig to find it. But it's my parents, brother and me at maybe five. My Dad is holding my mother's Siamese cat. It looks like a typical family portrait...unless you know the back story. I was wearing tights and a dress with a big bow, hair raked into place. No I was not a happy camper. As was my calling I apparently kept poking and teasing the poor cat who was none too happy to pose anyway. My Dad and brother look ready to clobber me. My Mom has her tight picture smile. I don't remember the moment exactly but I can imagine.
 
I had a pedal car and didn't like the color so I found some paint in the garage and painted it red, I thought it looked great so I painted my Dads new Jaguar the same color;


My friends Mum had a poodle who got clipped regularly I thought it looked good so I clipped our collie.

The first time my Dad grew tomatoes, he babied them, talked to them and was out there every day waiting for them to start ripening, one was way aheado f all the others, I came home from schooll checked the greenhouse and saw this lovely red tomato so I ate it
 
Interrupting one's parent when they were talking was a sure way to provoke their ire. Nowadays, you see kids routinely do so in public with nary a word of correction.
 
As an eight year old, answering the front door to the rent man, and telling him, "Mum told me to tell you she's not in."
 

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