Oh man, I can barely even remember half of the things I did that should have gotten me killed by my parents. When I was 5 or 6, I stole worthless stuff out of stores (little plastic keychains, marbles from a display vase.) Of course I would tell my sister, and she would promptly rat me out. Hell ensued. Ironically, she would go on to be busted for shoplifting herself -- in her teens.
I also had (and still have) a fascination with fire. Again, when I was very young, I was burning strips of toilet paper, and dropped some on the carpet. It ignited. I was able to put out the fire, but there was no way to hide the melted carpet or the smell. My parents came home a few minutes later. And, boy, did I get it.
I also lost my retainer (kind of like removable braces) a few times. My parents were not pleased, as they were expensive. On one occasion my poor Dad went into the dumpster of a McDonald's to get it back.
And then there were my grades...