What is your favourite "don't tell mum/dad" story?

[Sine]

A classic was in the days of MSN,

[sweetiepi]

I have few good ones:
- getting Facebook when I wasn't allowed too (they found out in year 9 haha)
- somehow losing a laptop.... they still don't know about this
- when I hang out with my friends outside of uni (my parents are kinda strict af, but have relaxed a little... still refuse to tell them where else I've been for the day )

[EEEEEEP]

So, as the question says, what's been your favourite "don't tell mum/dad" story?

I live on a farm and my dad had a air rifle. Mum would of killed me if she saw me touching the rifle, so I used to play with the gun when she was gone.

Dad used to let me shoot some plates or anything that I wanted to on the farm :'), good fun.

I remember shooting plates, ducks, tin cans and even gone off fruit.
(I don't go messing around with the rifle anymore as it wakes the dogs up and also scared the next doors neighbours kids)

[GalacticProcess]

I also remember a time when my brother and I went knick-knocking. We were doing our thing, knocking on people's doors and running away, when I had an idea. I decided that I didn't like how we ran away and didn't see how the person who was knick-knocked reacted. So, I decided to grab my mum's phone, without her knowing, and went knick-knocking with my bro. We set up the phone, with the camera on, on the opposite side of the road from which the house was on. We covered up the phone with some leaves so the person who was being pranked wouldn't notice it.

We went on to knock on the door of the house, and ran away, with the phone recording. We walked around through an alley, and came around the other end of the road. Both of us walked casually, as if we hadn't done anything. We saw a person coming out of the house, walking to the opposite side of the road, staring at the phone! That's the moment my jaw dropped. I shat myself and told my brother to run and get the phone. The person saw us and walked back inside, and my brother ran and picked up the phone. I told him right then and there, to not tell mum.

The worst part is, the phone storage ran out as soon as we knocked on the door, and we couldn't even see the reaction of the person.

[EEEEEEP]

Story

Son, what was your punishment  and the end  outcome?

Mowing the lawn for the neighbor?

[GalacticProcess]

Son, what was your punishment  and the end  outcome?

Mowing the lawn for the neighbor?

I don't think the neighbour properly knew that it was us, but just two random kids suspiciously walking down the road. The end outcome? We just went home and continued on life. Oh and vowed to never knick-knock again. Haven't done it since.

[MightyBeh]

My older sister and I got up to a lot of dumb stuff, mostly ending in someone (usually me) getting hurt or breaking something.

We moved into a house in a country/truck stop kinda town, pop of 200, sheep skulls in the back yard, cows on one side, dirt road on the other sort of place. The house was on a slight incline and whoever lived there previously had left tractor tyres in the back yard. Obviously we rolled them down the hill early one morning while our parents were sleeping and promptly knocked down the janky old wooden fence that guarded us from the cows. Cows didn't really care that much but they slowly invaded the yard while we rolled the tyres back and went back to bed to feign innocence.

Same house. It was in tassie and during the winter any water left out would freeze solid, even entire buckets. Once we worked this out we started making ice swords in mud moulds and fighting with them. They were blunt, but once bits chipped off they could become pretty sharp. Unsurprisingly as the smaller of the two of us I got the palm of my hand sliced pretty bad trying to block one of her attacks - can't really hide that one from our folks so we pretended that I slipped in the frosty grass and my hand landed on a broken bottle the neighbours had thrown over the fence. How convenient.

We went out at night to walk our dog. Parents didn't mind on account of the small population. Once we sneaked into a golf course (in hindsight I have no idea why there was a golf course there) and stole one of the flags. Also the dog pooped on the course and we didn't have any bags. We returned it the next night because we were dumb little kids and thought we would be caught and sent to jail.

I convinced my parents that the reason I got up at 5am during year 11/12 because I was playing games/watching tv shows/having fun and didn't want to be interrupted. I was actually studying (and lowkey browsing AN). For some reason they prided themselves on the idea that I was good at everything without trying ('great genetics'/'the gifted child'/etc., which is silly ) and found the idea that I had to work hard on things unfathomable, so I just let them believe it.

[brenden]

I fucking love this thread.

One of my favourites... at my school, before class started we had 'homeroom' for ten minutes, and your home room teacher basically handled your admin stuff. You gave your medical certificates to the homeroom teacher, for example.

My HRT in VCE didn't teach me for any classes but they were an absolute G. Love 'em. Super smart, super cool. So I actually get pulled into the office at some point (often slept through homeroom) and they hand me a couple sheets of paper basically documenting all of my absences since the start of the year/semester or whatever and says "get your parents to sign this so we can see what absences were approved", so at this point I'm pretty well royalty fucked and low-key planning to move overseas forever. Cool as a cucumber, I sign the paper to say the absences were approved, give it to the HRT and look them in the eye as pitifully as possible. They fold it, put it in a draw, look at me one last time, turn around, I walk promptly out of the office, and we never once mentioned it again.

I still think about it sometimes because it was pretty "don't do this as a teacher", but they backed me in (and rightly so, was one of the higher ATARs of the year level)  to know what I was doing, and I always appreciated them being a homie.

[mitchello]

I live on a farm and my dad had a air rifle. Mum would of killed me if she saw me touching the rifle, so I used to play with the gun when she was gone.

Dad used to let me shoot some plates or anything that I wanted to on the farm :'), good fun.

I remember shooting plates, ducks, tin cans and even gone off fruit.
(I don't go messing around with the rifle anymore as it wakes the dogs up and also scared the next doors neighbours kids)

NOOOO, NOT THE DUCKS

Moving on

In Year 7-8 maths we needed our parents to sign off on the weekly homework to acknowledge our progress, engagement with homework, etc, etc. On the first week I completely neglected it and got in big trouble, but still managed to forget it the week after. But no fear - my sister has neat handwriting. She was an absolute champ and forged the signature for me a couple of times. But now I was too deep. If I told my mum I needed her to start signing it she could get suspicious, and if she saw a Year 9 adaptation of her signature in previous entries I was in deep shit. There was no turning back. Eventually, either myself or my sister forged parental approval for the better part of a year, which ended up extending past maths into attendance and what not. Thrilling stuff.

Also, my parents didn't let me have Facebook because they thought I would be lured by an online predator or something, so I made a kik account and it was the most exciting thing ever - I talked to all my friends and messaged complete strangers with utter nonsense (maybe my parents were justified). This leads to my next secret story, as I went into a Year 7 relationship through kik, which I tried my absolute hardest to hide from my parents - unfortunately, to no avail.

[GalacticProcess]

I fucking love this thread.

One of my favourites... at my school, before class started we had 'homeroom' for ten minutes, and your home room teacher basically handled your admin stuff. You gave your medical certificates to the homeroom teacher, for example.

My HRT in VCE didn't teach me for any classes but they were an absolute G. Love 'em. Super smart, super cool. So I actually get pulled into the office at some point (often slept through homeroom) and they hand me a couple sheets of paper basically documenting all of my absences since the start of the year/semester or whatever and says "get your parents to sign this so we can see what absences were approved", so at this point I'm pretty well royalty fucked and low-key planning to move overseas forever. Cool as a cucumber, I sign the paper to say the absences were approved, give it to the HRT and look them in the eye as pitifully as possible. They fold it, put it in a draw, look at me one last time, turn around, I walk promptly out of the office, and we never once mentioned it again.

I still think about it sometimes because it was pretty "don't do this as a teacher", but they backed me in (and rightly so, was one of the higher ATARs of the year level)  to know what I was doing, and I always appreciated them being a homie.

Why can't all HRTs be like this? Pretty sick teacher.

Eventually, either myself or my sister forged parental approval for the better part of a year, which ended up extending past maths into attendance and what not. Thrilling stuff.

I literally just forged an excursion note yesterday, with the permission of my parents. The printer didn't work, and I needed to print it at school and sign it lol.

[Sine]

I convinced my parents that the reason I got up at 5am during year 11/12 because I was playing games/watching tv shows/having fun and didn't want to be interrupted. I was actually studying (and lowkey browsing AN). For some reason they prided themselves on the idea that I was good at everything without trying ('great genetics'/'the gifted child'/etc., which is silly ) and found the idea that I had to work hard on things unfathomable, so I just let them believe it.

If i got up at 5am to study my parents would assume I was lazy and completing last minute homework

In Year 7-8 maths we needed our parents to sign off on the weekly homework to acknowledge our progress, engagement with homework, etc, etc. On the first week I completely neglected it and got in big trouble, but still managed to forget it the week after. But no fear - my sister has neat handwriting. She was an absolute champ and forged the signature for me a couple of times. But now I was too deep. If I told my mum I needed her to start signing it she could get suspicious, and if she saw a Year 9 adaptation of her signature in previous entries I was in deep shit. There was no turning back. Eventually, either myself or my sister forged parental approval for the better part of a year, which ended up extending past maths into attendance and what not. Thrilling stuff.

This is the best 

[rutilantel]

Mine is so stupid, it goes to show that I am basically meme from birth. Oml.

When I was somewhere around 7-9 years old,  my parents were in the living room, my sister was out and I decided: I wanna go jump on my parents bed. It's a huge ass bed. So I did. Rebellious, I know. But then I fell off the bed and broke my arm: And my first instinct was to cry but the funny part is; I hesitated for a moment, my parents came in and I was just holding my tears trying to be all cool, like I didn't just break my arm from falling off their bed. Regardless, after a few seconds of trying to act like I was just casually sitting by their bed in a very uncomfortable position, I started crying and they didn't know why because I refused to tell them for a solid few minutes.

I don't even know what was running through my head, probably something like:
THEY CAN NEVER KNOW I WAS JUMPING ON THEIR BED! THEY'LL PROBABLY NEVER LET ME GO NEAR A BED AGAIN! HOW WILL I SLEEP!
lmfao.

[Joseph41]

Mine is so stupid, it goes to show that I am basically meme from birth. Oml.

When I was somewhere around 7-9 years old,  my parents were in the living room, my sister was out and I decided: I wanna go jump on my parents bed. It's a huge ass bed. So I did. Rebellious, I know. But then I fell off the bed and broke my arm: And my first instinct was to cry but the funny part is; I hesitated for a moment, my parents came in and I was just holding my tears trying to be all cool, like I didn't just break my arm from falling off their bed. Regardless, after a few seconds of trying to act like I was just casually sitting by their bed in a very uncomfortable position, I started crying and they didn't know why because I refused to tell them for a solid few minutes.

I don't even know what was running through my head, probably something like:
THEY CAN NEVER KNOW I WAS JUMPING ON THEIR BED! THEY'LL PROBABLY NEVER LET ME GO NEAR A BED AGAIN! HOW WILL I SLEEP!
lmfao.

So... did they find out?

[rutilantel]

So... did they find out?

Of course, and they still laugh at me until today for trying to play it off smoothly 

[sudodds]

schoolies.

also when i dropped maths in year 11. Dad didn't find out until half yearly reports of the next year, when I finally had to tell him because he was about to write an angry/confused email to the school :/