When I was back in second grade they put a new road in that bordered on our property. Of course houses soon were soon being built, but there was still alot of woodlands. So one afternoon I took a walk down the new road and enterred into the woods with a pack of matches. I gathered some rocks and put them in a circle. Then I gathered some twigs and some small brush, and had myself a little campfire. There was this huge pile of dirt from some of the nearby construction. When I got bored with my "campfire", I poured some of the dirt on my fire, gave a few stomps, and left for home. About 30 to 45 minutes later some construction workers came charging up to our house asking us to call the fire department as there was a brush fire starting to get out of control. I immediatley made myself scarce. Soon enough the fire engines came roaring down the road. When asked by the firemen if any of us had seen anything, I denied all knowledge. My sister made me swear on the "holy bible" that I had nothing to do with it. Ever since I've been convinced that I'm headed straight to hell. I returned to the scene of my crime a few days later to discover that I had scorched about 3/4 of an acre. I told my parents the story about 10 years ago, and we all shared a nervous laugh.
nice one, me and my friends had a similar situation with a fort some of the older kids had made out of some old concrete supports and branches. We really thought we had completely put it out. We ended up burning up the wooded part of the park pretty good, we were on the other side of town by time the fire trucks came and were completely oblivious to the situation. My dad was a volunteer fire fighter at the time, suprisingly he didnt suspect us.
LOL…Great thread….
I was maybe 8 or 9 (we had no $$$)…me and my brother would steal a grocery bag from the grocery store…
Then proceed to fill it up w/ all the essentials …cookies, pop- tarts, chocolate milk, candy you name it
LOL…too funny….Here’s the kicker…
We then would eat this stuff right outside the door…w/ no shame….
To this day…we still laugh about it…
I was maybe 8 or 9 (we had no $$$)…me and my brother would steal a grocery bag from the grocery store…
Then proceed to fill it up w/ all the essentials …cookies, pop- tarts, chocolate milk, candy you name it
LOL…too funny….Here’s the kicker…
We then would eat this stuff right outside the door…w/ no shame….
To this day…we still laugh about it…
Grocery story, we would buy a big bag of chips from a grocery store then go back in the store with that bag, empty out the chips from the bag and fill it with cigs to sell to my older brother and his friends. We did that for about 6 months and made I bet close to $3,000 each selling cartons for $5-$10 depending who it was.
One day my mom found all the cigs in the downstairs fridge and thus our early retirement. My own business at 12 and very profitable!
I have others but another one we were screwing around a ford dealership (about the same age, maybe younger) and shot out the windows on probably 24 cars, headlights, etc. I bet we cause 100K worth of damage.
I feel bad about it now (ok, that's not true I really don't) but there was a crimestoppers thing about it and a $1,000 reward. Half thought about turning my buddies in to collect the money.
Yeah, not the model citizen growing up. Nebraska is hard baby, hard I tell ya!
One day my mom found all the cigs in the downstairs fridge and thus our early retirement. My own business at 12 and very profitable!
I have others but another one we were screwing around a ford dealership (about the same age, maybe younger) and shot out the windows on probably 24 cars, headlights, etc. I bet we cause 100K worth of damage.
I feel bad about it now (ok, that's not true I really don't) but there was a crimestoppers thing about it and a $1,000 reward. Half thought about turning my buddies in to collect the money.
Yeah, not the model citizen growing up. Nebraska is hard baby, hard I tell ya!
I grew up in a suburb that was still being developed. At about age 12, we decided that it sucked that they were cutting down the few acres of woods around our neighborhood to build more houses. So, we went to a condo developement that was just about finished, and we spread driveway blacktop tar on all of the new condo's gargage doors and cedar siding. We fucked up thousands of dollars of property.
I only had two pairs of shoes that summer, and one had that tar all over them. About a week later, we were walking through the construction site, and one of the workers came over to talk to me and my buddy, because he must have recognized us as neighborhood kids. He mentioned the damage, and said something along the lines of "We found footprints just about you guys' size," and then he looked down at my shoes. Totally by chance, I had on the other pair of shoes that day, or I would have been busted. Thank god. That was 30 years ago, and I still sweat that out.
I only had two pairs of shoes that summer, and one had that tar all over them. About a week later, we were walking through the construction site, and one of the workers came over to talk to me and my buddy, because he must have recognized us as neighborhood kids. He mentioned the damage, and said something along the lines of "We found footprints just about you guys' size," and then he looked down at my shoes. Totally by chance, I had on the other pair of shoes that day, or I would have been busted. Thank god. That was 30 years ago, and I still sweat that out.
