I was quiet and stayed off the radar because my Dad was an elder, but I did get in some trouble once. I sprinkled tacks in the chair where the Sunday speaker sits and waits to be introduced before his talk. He hopped up pretty fast when he sat on them, and Dad knew it was me.
My punishment was to sit in the back and not speak to any of my friends before or after the meetings for a month, to see what it felt like to be disfellowshipped, tho I wasn't. Well, guess what? Now they don't have to worry about where I sit, because I DON"T sit in their silly Halls anymore, in the back, or anyplace else, haha!