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Hellions
Were you a hellion when you were a child?
What sort of things did you do to get into or cause trouble? Share your wild/funny stories here! We had a party phone line when I grew up and sometimes when you picked it up, there would be this old lady on it yacking about people at church. Her name was Miss Crisp. My cousin, Amy, and I used to pick up the phone and holler "Hey Cookie Crisp!" at her and then making barking and clucking noises. Hellions. Bring it here! |
Things l did....
decided my mom needed red shoes so painted all her black heels red cut the hair off my sisters Barbies dolls because she wouldn let me play with them drank sewing machine oil, and lemon Pledge, in one day, and never got sick climbed out my window onto the roof, and fell into the holly tree, climbed back UP the tree because I knew I'd catch it for being on the roof. Woke up with my pj's stuck to my body because of the all the cuts and scratches, and still caught shit! tormented my sister till she called me an effing a**hole in front of our dad, who thought it hysterical! and all that was before I turned 12!! hellion? |
I was an angel. :)
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There were 8 of us. My mom says I was the only one that never gave her any trouble.....go figure
oh and......she's the one that gave me my screen name...she always called me sunshine |
Ohhhh yesssss...I was super hyper to the point I couldnt sit still or go any where with out a stern warning bout consequenses.I went to a cathoilc school hehehehe..was I always in the office.
I did this...put bang caps on the under side of the commode seat..when who ever sat down got a real bang for there troubles. Put allum in the sugar bowl in the nuns break room. Stuffed potatos up the tail pipe of anyones car,just because. Rolled a fue houses with t-paper. poured vinager in the communion wine. All tha was up to 8th grade when I got in high school...that was another chapter for later. |
When I was 14 my Junior High School Counselor told me my personality would be etched in stone by the time I was 15 - so I needed to pull my SHIT together.
On my 15th Birthday... I set her office on fire and left a lovely note. I am 15 and an Arson! Guess WHO. :-) |
I was a saint, there is photographic evidence.
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I'll be back, but for now, can ya'll see my halo :innocent:
I know, it's a bit tarnished and dented from back in the day, but it's still good for someone up and coming |
I wasn't to bad of a hellion. My Dad had put the fear of God in me at a very young age. For the most part the few things I did I didn't get caught and if I did get caught....OH HELLO Hell hath no fury like my pissed off Daddy.
I'll have to think and come back to it |
As always...
I am (and was) innocent; guilty of nothing. :p
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Oh what fun.
Truthfully, i was the little sister from hell. I was good at it. I own that title. Things i can remember doing to my dearly loved big brother....
Yes, i admit i was a hellion.....and if he was here he would totally agree...with a smile. |
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I was an only child to my late-in-life mother. Sooooo after the first and only time my father tried to spank me as a weee tot, my Mother, Aunt, and Grandmother swooped down on him and told him I was not to be spanked. So with that as the ground work....I had NO rules growing up, so there was nothing to tempt me to be a hellion. So quite honestly, I was the math/band geek through most of school, and not a hellion in the least.
Now once I discovered whiskey......that's another story, but I wasn't little by then. |
When I lived with my great gramma, I was her "bluebird" angel. I adored that woman. When I visited with "Ms. Weaver"...who became my son's gramma later, I was her angel too... as a child, I was never happier, loving or as content as when I was with "Lil Gma and Gramma Weaver".... they were my safe-haven and home away from home....
When I lived with mom, my perpetually drunk step-dad and my mean-as-a-rattlesnake step-brother and sister.... my evil twin came out.... I stole mom's car once when I was about 13/14....and nearly lost it off the side of a mountain.... that's all I'm gonna say about that story... would never come home to mom's by her curfew (would rather take a beating)...and broke the window out of the porch door with a brick when my sister locked me out.... I tormented my kid sister because she did the same to me... I locked her in an outhouse once and then dropped a mouse down the vent hole; would destroy all her barbies; burned her favorite clothes a couple times; broke her jaw when I was 17 and she was 12 (she kicked my pregnant belly first); cut her pony tall off while she was sleeping (it was just a little "snip snip" right before the family reunion); fed her favorite shoes to the tree shredder (after she bleached all my clothes); locked her in the old root cellar by super gluing the padlock shut (this cellar was known for spiders, snakes and other creepy crawlies...they had to use bolt cutters to get her out); convinced her while she was picking wildflowers that "those pretty little green leaves of three over there would go nice bundled with your flowers, and over there is some pretty "baby's breath"....unknown to her, I sent her picking Poison Ivy.... In my defense, I never did anything to her that was not provoked... SHE was the Hellion and to this day is just as mean as her brother... At 8 years old, I ran away several times to "go to gramma's"...walking barefoot on a 4 lane highway to get there... this drove my mom batty!! At 9, my uncle "George" would torment us girls by nearly drowning us, loosing his temper and holding us under the water at bath time.... I found a way to torment him right back (I hid all his "water jugs" and f**ked up all his hunting guns with plaster of paris then set loose all his coon dogs - after I set loose the live coon he kept in the garage for "training"), to this day he hates me just as much as I loathe him. At 11, dumped used engine oil, cow crap and rotten eggs all over the 1960-something Ford Truck that my step-dad had just got done restoring....blamed that one on my step-brother... other than that, I think I was a typical rebellious teen.... |
Ohh, I forgot to add.... my nick-name was not Sweet at that time .... :fallenangel:
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Actually, I was quite the lovely child.
Except for the glasses. I got my first pair at 14 months old. My second about 2 weeks after that. The next a couple of months after that. Do you see a pattern here? One pair I distinctly remember flushing. Another went out the window of our two story apartment, into the thorny bushes. Another I gave to the dog to chew. Yet another "somehow" "accidentally" got stomped/sat/stepped on (4-5 pair like that, actually). Even more got tossed out the moving car, "losted" lots of times, and run over by the car. Now that I pay for them myself...and have gotten used to the buggers...they tend to stick around much longer than those did. I still don't like things on my face though. :sunglass: |
my big brother ran over me wih his big wheel. i still havent forgiven him for that. ;)
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Oh yea I was help on wheels. My adopted dad used to make my brother and I sing in the choir on Sunday morning main churxh service. it was a packed Sunday morning with close to 1000 people there. I and my brother came over from pre teens church and brought a whooping cushion with us. we let the choir fall into place and I got the whooping cushion from my brother and we waited in the choir room. as soon as we heard my adopted dad start the beginning prayer after the first song we snuck back in the choir loft behind a ridge that you couldn't see us and my brother grabbed a microphone and I had the whooping cushion. when prayer finished and my adopted dad walked backwards to his seat it was on. I placed the whooping cushion on the chair my brother placing the microphone next to it and my adopted dad sat down the loudest fart went all over the.church he jumped up and and looked behind him but before he could see we moved stuff away and he went to sit down again and we did it again the church was roaring in laughter my brother took off to his seat in the choir I wasn't so lucky he caught me trying to do it a 3rd time. He acted like he thought it was funny. Man I got my ass beat whew but it was funny. Lol I was always doing stuff.
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I cursed in church, and sat in the very back giggling with my friends. I lied habitually. I smoked pot, drank, snorted speed, dropped mescaline and acid. I smoked cigarettes too. I snuck out in the middle of the night to meet up with my friends and went to the wrong end of town. We would find Navy guys that would buy us beer. We were in the park smoking pot and drinking 40 ouncers at 3am on a school night. I would drag myself into the house at 5am, sleep for an hour and then get up and get ready for school. I did all this stuff before the age of 15.
Now that my daughter is a teenager, I am paying DEARLY for what I put my folks through. Oy. |
Hellion? HA! I was so lovingly referred to as Satan's spawn...lol I grew up as a spoiled rotten brat who got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Gave me a pretty high opinion of myself as a kid...lol I was pure evil.
My love for snakes vs my family's terror of them proved to be quite fun. Almost gave heart attacks to a few great aunts who would find snakes in their pillowcases, sewing boxes, etc. I got angry at my little cousin and cut off part of her perky lil blonde ponytail after she called me a "nasty tomboy" because all she wanted to do was play princesses and barbie while I was always covered in dirt playing tackle football with the boys. I was never really a bully, per se, as much as the person who took up for the underdogs. If I saw someone being picked on, I would go up and beat the crap outta the bully even if they were bigger than me. Kids who were having problems with other kids would come to me for resolution. This happened all the way up even through high school. I think only once did I ever fight for myself, but I guess it wasn't really a fight. I'm from a tiny little town in the NC mountains where there are no gangs and usually maybe one murder every few years. My senior year, we had a girl transfer from Atlanta who showed up on her first day decked out in gang colors, throwing gang signs etc etc. I guess I looked like queen redneck or something cause she got off the bus, walked straight up to me and spit in my face, telling me that she was gonna have her lil gang buddies drive-by all of us "inbreeding white trash". Um...excuse me? Our high school had an open 2-story breezeway that connected the two buildings. I didn't take too well to being spit on or threatened, so lil miss thang found herself dumped headfirst off the 2nd floor breezeway. Don't worry, she was absolutely fine (thank goodness for thick ferns and hedges), other than her pride. It was her first and last day at our school because she transferred to the next county that same day. The high school breezeway is now enclosed in glass. And even though it's been 14 years since I graduated, I STILL have quite the hellion reputation at that school. Oy. Oh, and I guess I should probably mention all the weekend drinking we did at the local roller rink or when we were prepping for rodeos...LOL |
I was a hellion to say the least....
My mother and I fought all the time....and she would get into this rage and always end it with well get out of my house....or don't do it under my roof, etc.... So I would walk away and leave. I started that at 2. And it was pretty much a regular occurrence. I didn't like that my parents smoked so I would hide packs upon packs under the recliner, in pots and pans... especially if I was the one to put groceries away. I resented that my parents were never home so I would give the babysitters hell and get my brother to conspire with me to make them quit. And I was all about locking my brother out of things....the car, the house, the bathroom, yadda yadda.... Thank goodness I woke up....and now I think they are getting me back for it all! |
I always liked troublemakers and rabble-rousers, but I was a good kid... the brainiac overachiever nerdy type. The only time I really stirred the pot was against oppressive authority, so basically I was (and remain) like her:
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I should also mention that at least while I was out being a hellion and doing zero homework, somehow I still ended up honor roll with offers for full scholarships. Which I turned down. (As a 31 year old current college student, I would like to time travel back and kick my 17 year old ass...LOL)
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She made it very clear from an early age that I was a pure accident and totally unwanted. She was very cruel and abusive when I was a kid, up until my 20s. Luckily she's mellowed and actually acts like a mom now. Unfortunately, even though I love her to death and I like the mom-daughter time that we have now, I will never respect that woman. My dad, however, had always wanted kids and was a really great dad. Well, other than the fact that he wanted a boy so I was (literally) raised as a boy. But that's a whole other story. |
I was a very tame child/teenager. Raised in a single-parent home and knew for as long as I can remember that my mother didn't want me (had that verified when I turned 18 and flat out asked her). Quite often, I think about why in the hell did I not get in trouble at school, with the police, get pregnant, use drugs or any of that other "hellion" stuff because I had no supervision or rules and was left alone for days at a time for years and years. I have yet to come up with an answer.
My mother is very conservative and the way I disobeyed was through my appearance, in hopes to embarrass/shame her in the community in which she was well-known. I wore nothing but black, dyed my red hair every color under the sun, had "punk" haircuts and would go through a white can of Aqua Net (remember the old aerosol haze that would linger in a room? :) ) in less than a week. She hated all of it and I loved it. |
I was pretty tame as a youngster, too. Had I not been in a choir with very strict "dress code," I would probably have acted out a little more with the hair and facial piercings, etc. 9th-11th grade was the grunge phase for me. 12th grade was the hippie/granola phase, which didn't exactly wear off. ;) However, not being able to actively rebel did make me sneakier. For instance, my parents didn't notice for about a year that I had pierced my ears numerous times in the 8th grade.
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When I went to high school I went from prankster to the biggest rebel rouser anyone can emagine.I was an only child from parents who abandoned me before I was a year old,my grand parrents raised me but as the years went on my aunt who lived with them became my guardien,she wasnt happy to be responsable for me so spent a lot of time telling me so in many nasty way.Then she would deside to give parenting a go but really didnt have ner heart in it,she worked all the time so was gone a lot.My grand pa had passed and grannie was haveing old age mental probs at then point all I know was I wasnt wanted ...by any one in my home.I had aunts and uncles who would do right by me when they were around but they were military and were gone a lot.Any hoo, I turned into a wild child with a bad rep for being a trouble maker to the tenth degree.I knew the school office real well,once the assistant princeple tryed to use a paddle on me I told hime if he hit me with it I would whoop his ass so bad he would never forget it..insted I did six weeks of detention..most times I never went cause I was out raiseing hell with the rest of the rousers at school.It took a long time for me to get pass that stage of my life.Corse by then I had near been in juvi hall,wrecked two cars got many tickets for drag raceing down an old highway.Smoked,could cuss a blue streak..didnt care about jackshit.Not shure how I got thrue all that but I did over the years I had to growup a little cause I had two kids to raise on my own..I garentee I didnt treat them like I was treated cause they had it as good as I could give them.
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Hmmm...I think I will keep the most naughty to myself. LOL
But.. My grandmother had this boyfriend who was 20 yrs her junior. (She was a hottie) I resented it when she would bring him clothes shopping with us, so I would hide in the round racks with needles I found all over the floor. (remember those?) I would play hotter/colder until he walked right past me, and as he did, I would stick him in the ass with a needle. *screaming with laughter* (it's still funny) I tried everything to get rid of the guy. One of my favorite things to do to him, was pick my butt, and then run my finger under his nose leaving traces of butt smell. (Hey I was 6 ok?) Also, I would carefully empty his cigerettes and refill them with grass and leaves. He played the guitar. I was always fucking with the knobs and getting it out of tune. Once he would finally get it tuned, and start to play, I would run past fast as the devil and twist one before he could blink. I would stand in front of the bathroom with african spears my grandmother used in her dancing, and make him tell me the password. I gave lots of clues. He never got it right. Eventually he would go pee in the backyard. I never changed the password...it was then, and still is...bananas at midnight. :) |
I cant blame my parents for any of what i did i had a great family and still do.. whats left of us anyway.
but i managed to get into plenty of trouble being the 7th of seven kids..mom and dad working all the time to give us a good life my oldest sister kind of raised us but she married and had family of her own when she was 15. so it was me and 5 brothers at home alone alot. i used to get caught wearning my bro tighty wihties often.. i dug a huge underground fort in the very back yard and took the lid to moms washer for a door (hatch) come the weekend i had to fill the fort in and return the hatch before i could go on to my next adventure. my bros hid a rattle snake in my toy box trying to scare me but instead i grabed it an stored it in moms washer..then forgot. till mom screamed.. of course i had no clue how that got there musta been one of the boys. used to fight with all the boys in the hood coming home with fat lips and black eyes being proud of it! used to take my english bulldog (that looked mean but wouldnt harm a fea) tie her to the swings at the school yard and say real loud"dont bite anyone" so the swings would empty for me. anything that got broke or misplaced around the house had to be one of the brothers! i like motorcycles at a young age. took my tricycle found some black paint and fliped the frame upside down so it looked like a chopper. refused to go to school as a freshman because all girls had to wear dresses so 6 mos into school i droped but hung out in the "field" with the stoners during school hours had to get stiches in my chin for fighting and was proud. but i never did get into drugs and recieved my GED at 17. then recieved an AA in transportation mgmt at 20. at 21 drove truck coast to coast alone. hauling produce from the San Francisco an so bay area to hunts point market in the bronx ny until i was 26 then landed a local union driving job in san francisco making deliveries in back allys all night. turly thought i was the badest thing that walked. but when the love of my life left me while i was in hosp. from a bike wreck saying she needed to be with someone she knew would be alive the next day.. it became the best thing anyone had ever done! made me thik about my ways /my life/ and that i could do better. im still a little wild with my friends an the bikes sometimes but TG nothing i used to be! |
I was a perfect angel til college...
Then again I had to be...small Midwestern town where my father was, and still is, state patrol... I had an older brother & stuff he did got home before he did...there was no way I was gonna be bad! :) College is another story.....lol |
I was a perfect angel until 18 or so, then......:cigar2::sunglass::wine::4femme:
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I was never a hellion, always a good girl and a good student, and
I am a little sorry about that. But it's all relative, isn't it? My father's idea of what constituted proper behavior would seem horribly retrogressive to some. He didn't want us to eat in public, and he would say, Your aunt never smoked in public, as though That was the most criminal of acts. :| He was an old commie, and Some of them thought that homosexuality was a decadent side effect of capitalism. He was very self concious, for which I have much more sympathy than I did then, and He was mortified when I got older and became less concerned about what he thought. |
A quick story, I was about 13 and took a pair of my oldest brother's pants and wore them to school. When he saw me in them after school, he started chasing me down the street and behind him was my mom with a broom stick. When he caught me I slid into the grass, stained and ripped his pants on purpose. My mom then proceeded to beat him with the broom in front of the neighbors for chasing me in the first place. Ripping my brother's pants and watching him get beat in front of the neighbors.........priceless.
Just remember though, I really am an :innocent:, with a hellion kind of edge to me :seesaw: I have more stories while growing up in Chicago with 5 brothers, so I'll be back |
I was climbing the school roofs at a young age and I'd throw things at my brothers from them, then duck. It used to drive them nuts not knowing who was doing it.......until the day I got caught coming down from the roof.
Don't know if any of you know what skitching on the rear bumper of a car in the snow is, but my friends and I would do it often and drivers would get pissed and start screaming at us. One day I picked the wrong car to do it on and found out rather quick it was an unmarked police car. On top of that, the cops in it knew my dad. I was in big trouble that day........twice. When garbage cans in Chicago were metal drums, my friends and I would go through the alleys at night and play a game called Paul Revere. We'd take the lids and fly them down the alley like frisbees, yell the British are coming and run, run, run. I even had a friend that would hot wire cars, take us for joy rides and park the car back where he got it from. We were real bad with a bb rifle and would shoot the street lights out when it was dark outside. One day the bb caught the back of a car window and we never went down that alley again. At 15 a cousin shot me in the leg at home with one of my brother's guns on accident. My stupid brother forgot he fired the gun out his window that day, removed the clip and handed the gun to my cousin. All I could do was scream and say, my leg, my leg, I'm going to lose my leg. My cousin grabbed a bandana and tied it around my thigh. All he could say was, I saw this on TV once, so I hope it save you. When I look back on that day, I'm thankful the bullet hit my leg because it really could have caught me anywhere. That day my guardian angel was truly watching over me. |
Not sure if i would consider myself a true hellion but i did have my moments...my favourite being the purple haired punk rocker whose clothes were, for the most part, held together with safety pins...:innocent:
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I've always wanted to be a hellion. But, I really didn't even do much teen rebelling. More in college, though. Hell, I didn't come out until I was 24.
But, I sure like hellions!! |
I tied my sister up when I was five :)
Her screams gave me a headrush.....Hellion? |
I became a real hellion after my parents put this tomboy butch in that Catholic girls high school. I am not very proud of what I put those poor nuns through..(it would take up three pages here) ahem..So I'll just say a few nuns literally cried saying goodbye to me that heavenly day they finially told me to leave.. amen ;)
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I was such a trouble maker in my younger years. The incident that brought me the most fame in high school...I put alka seltzers in a salt water fish tank in my biology class. Bubbles were everywhere and the entire class found it amusing. My teacher did not...she called my parents that night to tell them about it and all of my other class clown antics. I was promptly grounded.
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