All kids act like brats sometimes right? So what are some of the worst things you can remember doing or thinking as a kid?

An example of something bratty I did was once I refused to leave the park when I was with my dad and brother. Eventually my dad got frusterated and said, "Well, we're leaving. You can stay here if you want." Being in a bratty mood, I said "Ok. Bye." He left in the car, but I was sure he was going to come back so I didn't care.

Also, if you have your own kids, feel free to post some of the bratty things they've done too.

Worst thing I can remember doing is getting on the ground at a store and pounding my fists on the floor because I didn't get the toy I wanted. I refused to leave the store so my aunt pretended to leave me and I just got up and walked away then and she ended up losing me.

Where I work it seems like every other kid's a brat. There's always kids beating on the fish tanks and on the animal cages scaring the animals. I hate those kids that keep doing it after they're told not to.

Me: I was a good child. [Likely story I know] But really, I always listened to the adults...or it was Game Over D: And Game Over never had a happy ending. So I didn't really get into a lot of trouble at all. That isn't to say that I didn't do stupid things xD

Oldest Younger sister: Not necessarily a brat, but she tends to...not think a lot. She's a SUPER SMART little girl, but she just doesn't use her head. u.u

The baby sister: Is a PURE BRAT! Oh my goodness. She's too spoiled to be true. My brother and I don't spoil her, so if she wants something she'll always go to mom or my step dad [who is her bio dad...that I can't help to dislike].

My children definitely won't be brats though. :\

Mystic: I used to throw tantrums for toys too. I think most kids do that at some point. And I completely agree about some kids with animals. I come from a house that introduced me to animals early on and taught me how to treat them nicely, so when I see a kid banging on animal cages or pulling a cat by the tail, it's really shocking. You have to wonder why their parents don't notice that it's a problem.

iRandall: I became a mostly good child eventually, but only after I started understanding other people's viewpoints. Really young kids are egocentric, so they're more likely to act out. Sorry you have a bratty little sister. My younger stepsister can be a total brat too (because she knows it'll let her get her way).

Ha ha, I have the perfect story for this.
My mom and I love to tell it because it's so silly and I was such a stupid little brat sometimes.

So when I was around 5 or 6, I decided I wanted to bath our Golden Retriever with the water hose.
I asked my step-dad, who at the time was the only one home if I could.
He of course knew that I and the dog would make a huge mess and told me no, and to wait for my mother.
Being the impatient little brat that I was, when he was gardening out front, I snuck out the back to the dog run, put the dog inside and just hosed her and the whole run down.
Then I grabbed a towel and toweled her down as best I could and went back in.
About forty-five minutes later my mother gets home and sees the dog all wet and asks why.
My response? "It rained outside, she must have gotten wet." (Not a complete lie, it had kind of sprinkled earlier, but not enough to have a soaked dog who was under cover.
So of course, my mother sees right through it and asks, "In just that spot?" and I respond with "Yeah, didn't you know the earth could rain in only certain spots at a time?" and obviously, I get in all sorts of trouble for lying, but not after we all have a good laugh over my terrible attempt at lying.

God, I was such a little brat.
And a smart ass to boot. :D

Haha, that's great. But you know, you were actually kind of partially right about the rain. Once I was at my grandmas house when it was raining and there was an actual divide in the middle of her yard. On one side it was raining and on the other side it wasn't. I mean if you think about it, it has to stop somewhere right?

I have a bath related story too. When I was young we used to go to Catholic services on Easter. When I was 2 or 3 my mom was giving me a bath and I didn't want to get out, but we had to go so she pulled me out anyway and got me all dressed up in fancy clothes. Then she went to go get ready herself. When she went back to find me, I was back in the bathtub in my dress, tights, dress shoes, and fancy hat.

Apparently, when I was like 4 or 5, I threw a major temper tantrum in WINCO because they didn't have olives, and so a person taht worked at the store had to go to the back and find some for me.

Also, my mom wouldn't buy me a Sprite when I was 5 or 6 and I threatened to kill myself, and then when I got home, I took a knife [one of the big ones, I don't know what they're called] and stuck it against my chest, but I couldn't do it.

Yes, I was a nasty child. I dont really have to do chores because my parents are scared of me throwing a temper tantrum. [I'm 16, for goodness sake.] But, I've grown a concience (conciense?) since then and do jobs anyway.

EDIT: Also, When I was about 12, I was made secretary of my age group in church and after about a year or so of it, I decided I hated it, and refused to go to the presidency meeting, and so my mom wanted me to take my name off the church records, thus making me a nonmember. They wouldn't let me not be secretary, and so I just waited until I was too old to be secretary. And then, a couple months ago, I was asked to be secretary of my new age group, and so, I ended up saying yes, even though I didn't want to. [You know how church leaders do that whole guilt trip, WWJD thing, right?] And then I started counting down the days to my birthday. And then yesterday, I turned 16, and now i"m not secretary anymore. HALELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!

Wow, that's pretty impressive. I don't think I even knew that people could kill themselves when I was 5 or 6.

That's funny that they're still scared of you throwing a temper tantrum at 16. You haven't thrown any recently right? xD

Yes, churches can be very persistant. We still get mail asking us to come back to a church we haven't been to in...at least 7 years.

OK well I am going to be honest and admit that I was an absolute hellraiser as a child. Imagine that. Sweet little me? LOL There were 3 major incidents that caused me to be expelled from Catholic School in the second grade:

1: We were forced to attend mass and escorted by class into the cathedral. Well I hated it and would slip down under the pews and scare the shit out of the other children by grabbing their legs. Naturally they would jump out of their seats shrieking, which caused a big scene. I was paddled by the nuns and sentenced to sit in the corner in the office on several occasions for this type of behavior. :angel:
2: I refused to do the tests assigned to me because I was bored out of my skull in all of my classes. I used to get reprimanded for finishing my work too soon and working too far ahead in my workbooks. So as soon as the teacher (Ms.Berner)...god I still remember her name...as soon as she would hand me a test, I would crumple it up and throw it at her feet. I have no idea why but I suppose it was my way of saying "screw you and this boring shit"
3: The final blow I think was when I started a riot in the middle of class. The teacher stepped out for a few and we were supposed to be doing our phonics sheets. When I finished mine and grew tired of waiting for something else to do, I got up and flipped my desk over and my friends started doing the same thing. Soon after that, most of the boys were laying on the floor kicking and screaming while the girls ran around the classroom screaming and jumping over the boys like hurdles. Well you can imagine the teacher's reaction to that incident. And yes, I got my ass whipped big time by the nuns that morning.

And this is only a few of the many "bratty" things I have done as a child :-x

Originally Posted by juniper_silver

Wow, that's pretty impressive. I don't think I even knew that people could kill themselves when I was 5 or 6.

That's funny that they're still scared of you throwing a temper tantrum at 16. You haven't thrown any recently right? xD

Yes, churches can be very persistant. We still get mail asking us to come back to a church we haven't been to in...at least 7 years.

Naw, I haven't thrown one in years. I have my small outbursts that aren't really temper tamtrums, theyre more of me being overwhelmed with everything, being stressed, and being frustrated. But, those are rare and only under extreme stress. And usually, I have a burst of anger and then go somewhere and cry.

Mysteria: Wow, that made me crack up laughing, especially after imagining the scene in #3. If it's any consolation, it sounds like part of the reason you were a brat is because your school wasn't challenging you enough and you were bored. I used to get in trouble for working (or at least reading) ahead too. You'd think they'd be happy to have an enthusiastic student and just assign them some extra work that they're interested it.

Tut'ankhamun: Yeah, I wouldn't count that as a temper tantrum either. Everyone is bound to get angry sometimes.

Yeah, especially when my real temper tantrums used to be things like me threatening to kill myself and others, adn screaming, adn kicking teh floor and throwing vacuum cleaners and kicking doors. My brothers even had to tackle and sit on me all teh time so my mom could take my blood/sugar levels. There was a short period of time when my mom thought I was diabetic. And she is, so she had one of those things handy, and she would check it whenever I had a fit.

I was always a quiet little girl, except for one time. I was three or so, it was Valentine's day and my mom and dad went to a restaurant. My dad wouldn't leave without me, so I went along, like I always did when they went to a restaurant, and I always sat in my seat and ate my food nicely. Not this time, though. :XD
I wouldn't stop talking about everything in the room, including the people (loudly, as little kids tend to do). My mom saw that I was bored and put me on the ground so I could walk around a bit. My parents were too busy eating to pay attention for two seconds, and in that time I had disappeared... to explore what's behind the counter and in the kitchen. :XD And I refused to be put back into my seat. In the end, my mom called my aunt and asked her to pick me up.

On the kiddie suicide thing: my younger cousin did something similar when he was little. His parents wouldn't give him something he saw in a toy shop brochure, and he just went to the kitchen, opened a shelf, grabbed a kitchen knife and threatened to slit his throat. I was like "O_O Where did he learn that!?" when I heart about it.

Man, when I was little I got my ass beat constantly! My mama isn't one of those 'Now you sit down and think about what you did!' type moms. She'd grab her switch and hold you by the arm so you couldn't get away, and you'd be running in circles with her swatting you in between each word. DO (whack!) NOT (whack whack!) EVER (whack whack whack!) Tell me to shut up AGAIN! (whackwhackwhackwhack!) My mom was scary lol.

I think that's what's wrong with some of these kids today. Everyone is scared to spank their kids. Sure, some kids don't need it. My oldest (7 yrs. old) rarely gets popped. I'll get him when he makes a snide little comment or when he gets too rough with his little brother after i've told him to stop.

I'm not allowed to spank our youngest. He's not actually our kid though. (That's a whole other mess, so I'll just say that he's my half brother, his parents are screwed up and in their 50's and shouldn't be having babies!!!!) But since he's still a ward of the state, there is no physical punishment. So him being almost three and having extreme behavioral issues doesn't help. I can tell you though, that the SECOND the judge signs those adoption papers, I'm yanking that kid up and tearing his ass up! LOL!

But yeah. Bratty kids. I hates them. I guess my story (got sidetracked! ack!) is about my brother... he woke up at 3 am and got outside, climbed into our van, kicked it in nuetral and it rolled down the driveway and into the pool of the apartment complex we lived in. Thank GOD the maintenance man lived in the apartment closest to it, and it woke us all up anyways, but yeah. He was two and a half, and ALWAYS doing stuff like that.

@Juniper:
That's hilarious.
I wish I had thought of something like that when I was little.

@Mysteria:
I used to get in all sorts of trouble at school too.
I also got bored easily, wasn't being challenged, etc.
I always got yelled at for not doing my work and I'd be like: "I'm done. See? *shows book with the next two days work done*" And the teacher was like "You cheated!" or something equally as stupid. I was reading on a twelfth grade level in second grade, plus the the spelling/reading material was super dumbed down, I'm pretty sure that seeing as I was the only one who had all their work done that I wasn't cheating. Ha ha.

When I was seriously itsy bitsy, like younger than two, my mother used to put those frilly headbands on me and I'd wait until we were out in public, pull it off and slingshot it across the room at someone. Even better if it was a nice restaurant or some where that really made my mom embarrassed for me doing it.
She learned not to put those confounded things on my head anymore after that, ha ha.

Or when she put tights on me, I'd let her get them on me without a fight, but ten minutes later, they'd be off.
And most likely would have been slingshotted across the room at someone else.

Well.. lets see here..
When I was 5.. I went with my dad to the park.. and I wanted to play on the swings.. so He helped me up.. and then started pushing.. after about 10 minutes, he got tired of pushing, and went to sit down at a bench.. I started screaming hysterically till he came back and started pushing.. then he got tired again.. so I got off the swing, walked up to him, and kicked him in the shin.
Lol.
I was such a brat. XD

I was always a good kid(and still am). The worst thing I did was throw my little toy car off my grandfather's boat. I was about 4 when I did that, and I was pissed off about something. I don't remember what, but looking back on it, I'm suprised at my brattiness.

oh, I was the devil incarnate as a child.

I told my grandmother she was a rotten goody-two-shoes and that I hated her as a person and I only pretended to love her because she was my grandmother.
thank Ziggy Stardust I grew out of that stage fairly quickly, because I was such a huge bag of douchenuggets.

that's pretty much the meanest thing I can remember doing, besides calling my great-grandmother an old braud, even if I didn't know what the word meant and I didn't say it to her face.

WAIT WAIT-

I once made a nazi joke in front of a jewish guy. it wasn't anything like "oh lol holocaust" it was just me saluting this guy who as sitting there running off at the mouth and telling people what to do "ya bor, mein fuhrer", but still.
looking back, I kinda shoulda realized that guy was jewish, because it was totally obvious to everyone but me.

Originally Posted by Mysteria

OK well I am going to be honest and admit that I was an absolute hellraiser as a child. Imagine that. Sweet little me? LOL There were 3 major incidents that caused me to be expelled from Catholic School in the second grade:

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And this is only a few of the many "bratty" things I have done as a child :-x

I think I love you.

I did a lot of bratty things as a kid. Strangely enough, they weren't about toys. They were about books.

I have two cousins who are complete and total brats. What's worse, they're only bratty to us teenage kids, but complete and total brownnosers to the adults. OH how I cherish the day that I will finally expose them for what they're worth: Nothing. No. LESS than nothing.

One of my bratty cousins managed to find her way onto Menewsha, but got banned after spam. :P Yay. She also carried the surname Gambino on here, because I was forced to help her make her account.

I remember somebody I knew had a really expensive phone and they wanted a new one so they just snapped it in half to get a new one. :O

I don't remember myself being too bratty...