Most Mischievous Things You Ever Did
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May 24, 2008 at 11:02 pm
Dear Friends:
When I was growing up, and I realize this may be hard to believe, but I was a bit mischievous. Maybe you were too. This is a place to tell everyone about your reckless youth and some of the exploits you tried.
I’ll start off with the third most mischievous thing I did.
After taking a high school class in psychology and learning about Pavlovian conditioning I tried a bit of experimenting with my little brother. I would play Barry Manilow records and give my brother a piece of candy, then play Barry Manilow and give him a piece of candy. To this day, my little brother still drools whenever he gets in elevators.
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May 25, 2008 at 12:45 am
At about age 4, I convinced my brother, age 3, to spit on our grandmother as she visited with our mom. He dutifully went in the next room and spit on her. He was reprimanded and came back to me sniffling. I convinced him to spit on her again, telling him that she really liked it. He crept back in and spit on her again, this time getting spanked. He returned to me, crying. I tried to get him to go back for round three but, unbeknowst to me, our grandmother was listening at the doorway. I got the spanking of my life. However, the shocked expressions on our mother and grandmother’s faces when he obeyed my command was worth it! 😉
Lee, I can’t wait to read about episodes one and two!
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May 25, 2008 at 9:53 am
Carla,
I would have never thought!!!
Well, I am ashamed to admit this, and probably could have been convicted in this day and age, but…. In high school I baked my best friend a cake for her birthday and brought it to school for lunch. I gave her a special cupcake all for herself and filled it with broken up pieces of chocolate ex-lax. I am sure you can figure out the rest. FYI, she was not mad, as we always played tricks on each other. The rest of my mischieveous shinanigans probably are not appropriate for publication. By the way, I went to an all girls Catholic H.S. and was elected most likeley to rebel in my senior yearbook. In a way I guess that was not so bad, because it made me the non-conformist I am today!
Lee, what a fun idea for a thread, kind of like confession!!
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May 25, 2008 at 7:05 pm
My older brother of three years and a boy from just down the block were always fighting and beating each other up. When I was about 8 or 9 we were vacationing at the lake where this other boy’s family also had a cabin. One day the two boys got into a fight and I wanted them to stop. 😡 I picked up a rock and threw it at Mike’s head (the other boy). He went home crying and my brother got a spanking for throwing rocks at Mike. Neither Mike nor my brother told anyone the truth. Mike didn’t want anyone to know “Roger’s little sister beat him up” and Roger didn’t want anyone to know that his little sister had to save him! 😀
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