Getting into trouble..

Got in trouble a LOT as a kid. My brother and I were never at a loss finding something to do that we shouldn't. I actually think we may have gotten spanked at least every other day. But it really didn't deter us!
The biggest bone of contention with my Dad was tree climbing . Unfortunately we tended to break off limbs and he didn't like that. I remember he told us "I don't want to see you climbing any more trees!" So.. we only climbed them while he was at work. We would check the clock to make sure he "didn't see us climbing trees."  It was too much fun.
When my Mom was really tired of dealing with us she would often give us a pitcher of water and a little pile of dirt and let us make mud pies. I loved it!- probably why I like working with clay so much now!
Except one day she went in the house and left us alone too long.....
We got bored with mud pies and started smearing the mud on each other- at first just a little- then it was full fledged mud slinging. I had really long hair at the time and my brother decided to shampoo my hair with mud. I remember we were doing the "mud daubers' waltz" ( the only time I ever waltzed with my brother, actually)
when my Mom came out to see what we were doing. I think you could have heard her scream from miles away! We were covered from head to toe. I remember she would spank me, then she would wash my hair, then she would sob, then repeat the process until I was finally clean. It took a really long time  :) That was the last of the mud pies!
Don't remember much about my sister except we always fought over who had to rinse the dishes- the washer or the dryer? We had to fight silently so as not to disturb my Dad. It was a real cat fight with hissing and scratching. She even filed her nails to points once in preparation for the daily battle.
I remember my folks got in a really big fight once because my mom got really annoyed at my brother while we were outside in the garden. She threw a rotten tomato at him and it hit him in the side of the head. I thought it was the BEST thing that ever happened but my Dad considered it child abuse. (Even though it only hurt his- my brother's- pride) I thought my Mom had pretty darn good aim.
Actually the last time I  ever remember getting in trouble was when I was about 11 or 12. My brother called me a "skank." I calmly took off my sweater, turned it til the buttons were on the outside and proceeded to flog him with it . My parents thought I overreacted but he had been baiting me for some time and I was sick and tired of it!! BTW I really didn't have an anger management issue even though it may sound like it. I was always pretty even keel  and it took a lot to upset me.
It's wonderful we all get along so well now. I guess my parents did a pretty good job under the circumstances. They have enjoyed watching the grandkids provide the "paybacks."