Childhood Mischief

Everyone has some remarkable memories of childhood mischief. These memories often become a topic of conversation when sisters and brothers come together later in life. 
I have a memory that made an impression on me, although I don't remember how old I was at the time. I loved picture books, and I sometimes would daydream of the stories. I decorated a Christmas tree with my mom and my sister that year as usual. A few days later, I thought that the tree might be marvelous if I lit it up with candles like in my picture book. So, I did. The tree burst into flames in an instant. I was so scared; maybe I screamed. My mom rushed into the hall, and she threw it out in our yard with all her strength. I was watching her in mute surprise. My mom was strict with us when I was a child, but I don't remember that I was scold for it. Maybe my mom understood my daydream. 

When my daughter was a baby, she loved pulling everything out of drawers. She did this every day. One day, she left the drawers alone, but she was very quiet. I wondered why, and I went to see her. She sat surrounded by a toilet papers. She was very focused on unrolling the toilet paper. It was very funny, so I took a picture of her.
I sometimes put toilet paper near her intentionally when I was busy with housework. She loved unrolling it. It was a cute memory of her.

Her face looks satisfied, like she feels accomplished in unrolling all of the toilet paper. 

Here she is, trying to get a toilet paper that I put out intentionally to take this picture. Her hand is very cute!





When my son was one year old, one day he was very quiet when I cooked dinner. Quiet means trouble! He always came to me and said, "Pick me up" while I cooked. Once I hold him tight, he felt better and he started to play again. However, he didn't come to me at that time. What is he doing? I saw his back. He was doing something bending his head low. I moved around to see the front of him. He was eating something. What is he eating?? He was holding a very tiny bottles. It was a bottle with small balls like beads. They were scent beads, and very popular among elementary school girls. His sister had one. The beads had an attractive scent of strawberry or something. The bottle was almost empty. Oh, my God! I was very panicked and I called Poison Control Center. She told me that it was ok because they were made from same ingredients as an eraser; he would pass them out in a few days. That was true. I saw exactly what she said a few days later.

My son loved to do same thing as his sister when he was a little. He imitated her. 

Most childhood mischief becomes heartwarming memories and we can enjoy them after we grew up; however, some are serious incidents at the time.
Do you have any memory of childhood mischief?