The house next door was huge, and one summer the entire garden was planted with red geraniums. I took an instant dislike to these flowers and the small boy who lived there, so, armed with a pair of scissors, I cut off all the flower heads! I was caught, reported to my mother, and spent the remainder of the day confined to my bedroom.
I would always try to take Mike (our sheepdog) with me if I was in trouble as this helped lessen the punishment. My parents soon cottoned on to this and sent Mike outside, but he would then sit on the path below my bedroom window and we would carry on a conversation. I never believed I was really naughty, just high-spirited!