See If This Has Legs...or A Leg.

[gness]

My friend M had a granny who lived in a flat above the hairdressers next to the cinema.
When I was old enough to go to the Saturday pictures with my friend we would go up to granny's for milk and digestive biscuits after the films.

In those days girls would have beehive hairdos plastered with that sticky hairspray to last the week.
We didn't eat the digestives. When we heard the bell on the hairdresser's door we would lean out of the window and crumple the biscuits down onto their hair.
All these years later I still feel ashamed and guilty.

So what have you done in the past that still makes you blush?

[Barsel]

I started to become naughty when I was in my second year at senior school.
When the newbies arrived in the first year I would go up to them to greet them.
I would have my hands on their shoulders while I was talking to them and I would be undoing the buttons at the top of their pinafore dress so that when they walked away, the front and the back fell down. We wore blouses underneath so it wasn't too embarrassing for them. :-)

[Barsel]

I took a small water pistol into school once and when the newbies were lined up outside the classroom waiting to go in, I went down the line spraying water on their legs. unfortunately, a teacher saw me, confiscated my pistol and sent me to the headmistress.

[Barsel]

Ok, last one. We used to go to a different building for art and we had to jog along so as not to waste too much time. We would have a satchel on our backs and I would undo the straps of the girl in front and the contents of her satchel would jump out and fall on the floor as she was jogging.
Oh my, I'd forgotten how naughty I was. Probably a lot more things I did but like Lottie, I'd rather not mention them.

[gness]

Piggy! That was naughty. Folk would have to be like MissT and have Gin on their cornflakes!

Well you are lucky to be here, Rowan but not as lucky as Barsel. ;-)

True, Barry....your tricks were a little kinder. Don't know how the people in the flats got out. :-)

Barsel...you really were naughty. Join MrBuilder in the prayers for forgiveness. x

[Barsel]

I'd forgotten what a naughty girl I was until you brought this up!:-)

[gness]

But have your school mates forgotten yet, Barsel?

[Barsel]

I hope so. I wouldn't like to think I've caused someone to be traumatised.
I'm not like that now and I can't believe I used to be so mean.

[david small]

While young I was sneaking a smoke leaning on next doors wall. I heard my father call out. ‘Are you smoking?’ No dad I replied, lying. I scanned the whole of the side of the house, he couldn’t possibly see me. ‘You are smoking, my now angry father insisted. No I’m not, I lied, pulling a funny face, and made a rude gesture. Then I spotted his face peeping through a small toilet half window. ‘ I can see you’, he said. Not for long though, I bolted.

[Tilly2]

What happened when you come back home, David?

[david small]

A gentle chastisement Tilly2. I think he found my shocked response amusing.

[Tilly2]

Phew! You were lucky.

[NYAD]

I was 15 when I started smoking. Cigarettes were so cheap, we could buy a pack by returning my friend's father's beer bottles. But smoking at 15 wasn't that bad in 1960, the bad part was that we thought nothing of smoking on the city buses. The no smoking signs were in the front over the windshield and when the bus wasn't crowded, we'd sit in the back smoking our cigarettes. I apologize to all of those poor folks who had to ride the bus with us back then.