The one that I remember was a bit of childhood mischief I got away with. I just read a friend's journal where she was saying how she stopped her young one from trouble. For some reason the story of the Snoopy bank popped into my head.
I was very young when this happened, maybe 4 or 5? We had a large plastic coin bank in the house. I'd guess the thing was at least 3 feet tall and if full could prob. hold well, ... you do the math, a bunch of coins in a container 3 ft by what maybe 1 foot square? Thinking about it, that could actually be well over a thousand dollars.
Anyway, I saw all the coins in there, and was told the coins they were putting in that Snoopy shaped bank were mine. I wanted my coins and made a plan to get them.
I studied the bank. Other than the slot on the top of his head there was no opening to get the coins out. So when no one was watching, I'd get a kitchen knife and started working the plastic seam in the back. I think it took me several days of poking at it with the knife in secret, but I finally broke the seam and pocketed a bunch of coins.
Well, my folks saw all the coins I had, and ask where I got them. "Snoopy gave them to me" was my answer. The truth confused the adults enough that they eventually insisted I show them not understanding I meant the Snoopy coin bank. They figured the plastic seam had just split from the weight of the coins, and I let them think that; As for my taking the coins I used the defense that they told me the coins were mine in the first place. Snoopy and those coins disappeared shortly after that.
As I said, I need to be going, and I'm drawing a blank on what the other thing was I wanted to write.