Vandalism and litter upset me terribly. Antisocial behaviour in general.
I hesitate to compare now/then, US/UK...about whether things have worsened, but I do remember when this kid named Dewayne and I were walking down an alley when we were about 10. We had swords we had made from palmetto branches (always ended with bloody knuckles). There were a couple of old style garbage cans nearby and we grabbed the lids to use as shields (they were almost perfectly designed for this).
Well out of his work shed pops Old Man Daniels. He gives us hell and I remember him saying to me, "You are Peggy's boy....I'm going to give her a call," and my blood ran cold and I asked him to please not do that if he could find a way. Whatever mischief we got into....the threat of our parents finding out always acted as a break.....or at least we were very careful/hid it well.