Ahh, the teenage years. Our brains are still developing and hormones are pumping. We made memories that will last a lifetime and some memories we wish we’d forget. We can all relate to these hilarious and awkward Quora stories of the craziest things people did as a teenager!
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I spent an entire summer as a ninja when I was 13. I made a black suit with a hood, gauntlets, boots and all. I would practice being invisible. I would hide in trees. I would hide in dark corners. I would hide just outside the pools of light created by street lamps. I would say that I was never seen, but I was caught on camera one time. This was 1988, security cameras were hard to come by. I know I was caught on camera because it made the local news. There was a 15 second blurb about a ninja running through a parking lot. The video was terrible; but there was about a 2 second clip of a blurry-shadow running past a street light. Years later the subject came up at a family party where I admitted to being the ninja from the news, and my mother exclaimed:
“I thought that was you!”
I asked, “How did you know it was me?”
“Who do you think washed your ninja suit?”
So, I was at a party that got raided by police.
I was drinking and didn’t want to be found out (especially as I was waaaaaaay underage) and pre-empted the police storming in by seconds. I raced up the stairs but one of the police grabbed my ankle. Instinctively, I kicked out and got him straight in the face.
Obviously I REALLY didn’t want to get caught now, because I’d get in big trouble for assaulting a police officer. So I raced upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. He was at the door in seconds, yelling at me, so I opened the window and jumped out. I hadn’t thought this through at all, but luckily there was a tree to break my fall. Phew.
Except, not. I was wearing one of those long shoestring-strap dresses that were very fashionable in the 90s. I slipped through the branches of the tree, but had somehow snagged BOTH straps in the tree. As a result, I slipped straight OUT of my dress and to the ground below, wearing just my underwear and Doc Martens. Luckily it was summer and I legged it through the garden, wearing next to nothing.
Police still didn’t catch me.
I tried to climb down into the crater of a volcano.
I was around 13 years-old. My family and I went on a trekking trip to. (Mt. Barren in the A&N Islands is the only active volcano in India. Trekking is generally not allowed, but this was a special trip by the Indian Navy, before the Indian Ocean tsunami.)
We climbed right to the top, took us around an hour or so. It was exhilarating when we reached the top. I was awestruck by the view and the fact that I was standing on an actual volcano.
Looking down I was struck by intense curiosity. I don’t really remember my thought processes, but I decided I simply HAD to try and climb down the crater. It wasn’t very deep, and mostly sandy, with a few rocks. I snuck away from everybody else and started climbing down. Unfortunately I had underestimated how brittle the rocks were. I felt a rock give way beneath my foot and found myself falling fast towards the crater.
In very Bollywood-style moment, I JUST managed to grab a more solid piece of rock with one hand before I fell all the way in, and pulled myself out. I was shaken but thankfully unhurt. I was lucky I didn’t fall on any of the gas vents or I would’ve gotten badly burnt (some people actually melted their shoes on these vents).
I ran back to the group, pretended nothing happened and didn’t tell my parents until years later. I have done plenty of crazy things before and since then, but this one wins the prize.
Traveled the entire state and removed every county road sign I could.
Someone at the county told the people putting up the silver signs that he shouldn’t leave the screws exposed. He ignored him. “He” just happened to be my dad.
It was school holidays and I’d just moved out of home for the first time, with an ex-lawyer. He was bitter about the county not allowing him to put up a sign for his law practice a while ago as it was too big, yet they were able to mark their territory with these huge signs about the size of a car. So, we decided to go and “liberate” them. It got kind of out of hand as we just went around taking a significant proportion of all county road signs in the state.
Wenton a road trip with almost no money, before cell phones.
When I was incollege, my best friend at the time needed a companion on his trip to a university in Arizona. This would be one ofthose famous two guys road trips! It would be awesome! We would drive toArizona together, just two guys leaving from small-town America, driving,hanging out. The world was at our feet! We bought two cloth driving caps so welooked sort of European (this was the full extent of our trip preparation), andheaded out in his Peugeot. He had just enough money for gas, hamburgers, and abus ticket home for me. And no cell phone (this was the 80s). I had zip.
Of course, about100 miles into the trip, our high-school era car broke down on the side of thehighway, in some sort of factory district. A bracket holding the alternatorsnapped. Not an auspicious start to our journey of a thousand miles. Fortunately,we had some tools, and removed the pieces. But where could we get a new one? Itwas a Peugeot.
I’ll share a short story from some friends of mine.
So this was around when they were 1213, and they were not nice kids then. They came up with the idea to make a human sized body made of pand filled it with a ton of ketchup packets they stole from various eateries. They then dressed the paper dummy. They carried it up to an overpass, then made it jump off into traffic below. As some cars would hit it, it would explode ketchup all over the place causing a virtual massacre.
They ran for it. They were horrible kids.
I was on a road trip with some friends when our car broke down. One of the car’s brackets busted, so we took it and went looking for help.
We happened by some factory near the interstate. We wandered into the closest building, where a bunch of people were working on big metal machine tools, and the foreman came up to us. We figured he was going to throw us out. Do you boys need something? We told him what happened, and asked if we could borrow the phone, and asked if he knew where we could call to get a replacement part.
He looked at the piece, and said, Hold on a minute. He called a couple of guys over, and they looked at the piece, and talked. Heard the word Peugeot and a laugh a couple of times. Then he signaled hed be back and they went off to the machines. After a while he came back, and gave us an exact duplicate of the broken bracket made of steel. Here you go, you boys have a safe trip. He and his friends had made us the part on their machines, for free. We were of course, shocked, and thankful. And continued on the trip. (If youre reading this thirty years later, thank you Mr. Shop Guy. We still remember you!) If that Peugeot is still around (my friend later sold it), thats probably the only piece on it that is still in good shape.
OnJanuary 17, 1967 the Morris Mechanic Theatre in Baltimore opened. One of my bestfriends became a volunteer usher. Dennis was an aspiring actor who loved livetheater. The day after opening night he came to class and asked me if I wantedto see Hello Dolly.
Wellyeah but I can’t afford the ticket, I said.
I’llsneak you in, was his response.
What’s going tohappen if I get caught? I asked.
Nothingbig…probably be arrested, he said.
So for 2 days werehearsed the moves to gain entry to a brand new live theater to see theBroadway touring company of Hello Dolly.
I knew the theatre was sold out. No empty seats.
What am I supposed to do after I get in? I asked.
Stand on the steps in the balcony like the other ushers. Just wear your best dark suit and don’t act like you do in class, Dennis said.
Then what happens? I asked.
Don’t get arrested and enjoy the show! Dennis grinned.
January 20, 1967. I was totally out of my league. I think I was the only 17 year old there AND I wasn’t wearing a tuxedo. But I was able to blend in and not draw attention to myself.
We pulled it off! I loved the live theatre. I was hooked.
On the following Monday I applied to become an usher. Spent a year there and watched the plays and musicals without fearing I would be arrested.
In 1973, when I was 16, I decided it would be amazing to bicycle the entire Trans-Canadan border with my brother and a friend from NYC. We managed to get to Ottawa, where I got hit by a car, but luckily without injury. I then decided to hitchhike instead of cycling. I got all the way across Canada, down to San Francisco and then back to NYC. Took the entire summer. Lots of adventures, most of which I won’t repeat!
When I was in high school, my girlfriend’s parents decided to go out one night for a few hours. I was 17 and had a car, so naturally we thought it’d be a good idea for me to drive over to her house while her parents were gone. We made out in her room upstairs for awhile before I asked when her parents would be home. She said “Probably in a couple of hours…” but not 10 minutes later we heard the garage door start to open! We were half-naked and caught completely off-guard. Add that to fact that her step-mom was super strict and had a tendency to over-react, and we started FREAKING OUT. While she got dressed, I grabbed my clothes and quickly hid in her closet. As soon as her parents walked in the house, her step-mom starts yelling about how much trouble she’s in.
I figured they had seen my car (which I had parked around the corner, but still would have been visible had it been light out), but they hadn’t mentioned me specifically yet. So, I just waited. Step-mom came into her room, stood steps away from me, and started ranting about how my girlfriend was supposed to have taken out the trash while they were out. She scurried down to do it which led step-mom out of the room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I started texting my best friend telling him I was half-dressed, hidden in my girlfriend’s closet, unable to move! It was pretty much smooth sailing from there… She returned to the room and texted me while we waited for her parents to go to sleep, at which point we both sneaked out and had a good laugh. Her parents still don’t know to this day.
While17 years old, a couple of classmates and I built and detonated a dangerousexplosive device. No one got hurt, but for months after, we were really scaredof anyone finding out what we had done.
This was in theearly 1990s, before internet availability of bomb recipes (and videos) werecommon. We were in the last year chemistry and physics classes at high school,and one of us (not me) got the bright idea of building a bomb.
We placed our homemadecontraption in an old mine shaft, next to an old mannequin we had acquired froma bankrupt clothes shop. We also put in a video camera (compacts-VHS, if I remembercorrectly).
We set off thedevice with a car battery. Boy, it worked! The device went off with a loudbang. The mannequin was reduced to small pieces, while the camera (that was 15m away) somehow survived. The recording did not show much more than a suddenchange from darkness to a blinding flame.
I have had a colorful life, here are my favorite stories:
13 years old, with an old and sleepy history teacher in middle school. Friends and I used to sneak out the window while he was sleeping during movies (which he showed every day)! It was a first story window and last period of the day…we would go into the adjacent woods to hang out until everyone else got out of school.
15 years old, friend and I hitched from DC to NYC to see Times Square on New Years Eve….one trucker took us the whole way!
17 years old (graduated at 16 yrs old) took off for Jamaica w/no job and little money…made it work for about 3 months cleaning rooms in a motel.
This is just the tip of the iceberg…So glad that my kids were good kids…not sure how my parents made it through.
When Iwas 14, I was sleeping over at my best friend’s place, which was in a nice areaof the city. He got the idea that we should go skinny dipping, hit-and-run style, on all the swimming pools in the neighborhood. (Therewere a total of five within a block or so of my friend’s house.)
You can probablyguess where this is going. We likely would have foreseen the outcome, hadwe seen all those stupid teen movies from the 1980’s, but this was 1981. Those movies hadn’t been made yet.
We were travelinglight, to get in and out as fast as possible – just gym shorts and runningshoes, if I recall correctly. The first pool was fine, got in, swamaround for a bit, and got out. We got to the yard of the second, and aswe’re halfway over the fence, we see there’s a pool party alreadyunderway. We hoofed it back over the fence and moved on.
We getto house number three, and everything looked good. My friend had one shoe offand his shorts around his ankles when the lights went on and the back dooropened. We bolted. My friend made a nice recovery with his shorts,but lost his shoe.
Now, at thispoint, you’d think even a reasonably stupid pair of 14 year old boys would seethat things weren’t going as expected, and just call it an evening. Didwe? No.
On to housefour. We took a few minutes to scope it out, and everything lookedgood. So off came our shorts, and our three collective shoes, and we slidsilently in.
Wewere chuckling about our near-miss at the last house, and maybe we were alittle loud. Once again, lights came on, door opened, and out came thiswoman, screaming blue bloody murder.
We’d made a rookiemistake. Our shorts and shoes were at the end of the pool closest to thedoor. We were at the other end of the pool, closest to the fence.
We went for thefence.
In retrospect, Ireally should have just gotten out, walked over, and gotten our stufffirst. I mean, what was she going to do? Scream some more?
We hopped thefence into the next yard. Then, making sure the coast was clear, wehopped the fence into the next yard, and into the next, just trying to stay inthe darkness and figure out what we were going to do next.
It was at thatpoint that the police car showed up. It was driving down the back lane,with its lights flashing, looking for any signs of life.
The next hour orso was very awkward. We had no idea what was going on, whether we shouldjust give ourselves up or not. In truth, if I had found so much as acardboard box that I could have worn around my waist, I probably would haveturned myself in, and I’m pretty sure my friend felt the same way. But wedidn’t. We made our way, very carefully, back to his house, and went tosleep.
The next day wasweird. Somebody came knocking on my friend’s door, and after they had abrief chat with his dad, they gave him our shorts and the three shoes. His dad gave them back to us without question or comment. We did hearsome laughter though.
I can’t pick just one:
Skipped class, pretended I was one of the German foreign exchange students so that I could sit with my friends in their classes
Wrapped my car in caution tape and drove it like that for two years
Drove 8 hours to hike a mountain at night. Forgot the flashlight. Turned around, drove 8 hours back home
Was arrested on my 18th birthday
Made a working 9ft. paper airplane and flew it off my friends roof.
Camped overnight in Walmart.
I convinced a classmate I had telekinetic powers.
While we were outside during PE, there were two categories of students: the ones who played and the ones who sat on the bench
Of course, being the uncoordinated person I am, I spent most of the time on the bench.
Since I had a knack for guessing whether or not the ball was gonna enter the goal, I thought I could use it for a little bit of fun.
This friend of mine who was also a bench dweller like me, was kinda paranoid about some things in life. I made sure he was looking when I twisted my wrist and fingers in the direction of the net like I was making the ball go in… and I made sure that I’d get it right every time.
He was shocked. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.
He asked me about my powers, completely oblivious to the fact it was all staged.
We should keep my powers a secret, I said.
He really believed I was some sort of demon who tried to fit into society.
I kept that lie going for well over a year. And to be honest, I feel bad about doing that, because that’s not a really sane thing to do to someone who is scared of the paranormal like he was.
So, so many utterly stupid things I’ve done that, when I think back to them now, make me cringe with just how stupidly dangerous they were.
One time I was tinkering with some Christmas tree lights and needed to strip some insulation off one of the wires. So naturally I decided to use my teeth while the lights were still plugged in. Next thing I know, I’m being electrocuted. I can’t see, hear or feel anything other than the 50Hz AC current. I didn’t know if I was breathing or not and I actually thought, “I’m going to die, aren’t I?” I’m not sure how long I was stuck like this, it felt like ages but was probably 20 seconds. When it suddenly stopped (I assume the fuse finally gave in) I discovered that the other wire, which I had been holding by the insulation, had burnt its way into my hand. My hand was completely white except for around the wound where the skin was burnt black. Burnt human skin does not smell nice.
We went to the computer lab every other day as a class. I had a friend who every time I was with him, the crazy kid side of me came out. Well, I was playing around on the computer instead of doing a keyboard typing game.
I found a picture that was pretty funny, or so we thought it was at the time. We were laughing and the teacher saw us laugh so we went back to the other tab and pretended to do the keyboard typing game. When she walked away I pulled up the picture and hit print and nudged my buddy. We both laughed and my friend said, You wouldn’t. I then type in 100 in the number of copies. We both laughed. I brought the mouse up to the print button and he called bluff. I then press the button once another class mate goes to get his paper so the teacher would think it was him. We start laughing silently. (I thought the printer would print it fast, I was so wrong.)
The teacher comes up and asks the class who printed the pictures, the papers are still printing at this point. Nobody answers and neither do I. I know she knows it is me because we were laughing a lot during class, so she asks me to stay after class.
After class she asks me why I printed it. I told her because I thought it would be funny and I thought I only printed ten. She says Do you think this is ten? pointing at the printer while it still prints the pictures. I say no. She lets me leave after a while. The pictures take almost 2 hours to print off.
And thats the story of how I printed 100 colored copies of a funny picture at school.
When my best friend Dave and I were in our mid-teens, we discovered an underground tunnel that extended from one end of the freeway to the other end near our homes. It seemed to us to be perfectly searchable. One night after dark we snuck into the obscured entrance we had found and started exploring the tunnel with a flashlight.
Once well into the tunnel, we realized that our flashlight was losing its battery power. To conserve the battery, we agreed to count to ten as we crawled through the tunnel (it was too small for us to stand in) before turning the flashlight on for a moment to check our bearing. During one count to ten, Dave crawled ahead of me with the waning flashlight, which was off as we counted. Suddenly, I heard a loud BANG and a moan from Dave.
As I crawled forward in total darkness, screaming to find out what had happened, I stopped at an end to the tunnel which dropped about 15 feet. I saw Dave laying on the cement floor, groaning. When Dave hit the floor, the flashlight somehow turned on when it hit the floor.
I saw a ladder that was supposed to be used to climb down to the floor, and I quickly descended to my friend. I feared that he had broken his neck, for he laid motionless, seemingly without the ability to move.
Fortunately (for our escape, but not for Dave’s neck), I was able to help him up and we found the exit to the other side of the freeway, where we were able to leave the tunnel. Dave required medical and chiropractic treatment to help alleviate the long-term effects of his injury. While he never fully recovered, he led a normal life, just with some residual pain.
Rock climbing on the shores of Portlethen Bay, Scotland while ALONE. The plan was to walk around the bay and climb up and down along the edges. I managed to get around the bay a ways. One climb up took longer than expected, and I failed to notice the tide had risen along my route back. Getting back was wet and very, very scary. Climbing down from my final ascent, the rocks were wet with the crash of incoming waves. No one knew where I was or what I was doing. No one was in the area to see me. My love of rock climbing ended that day. Never again. Especially alone.
When I was 11 I was living in Japan, I heard some fishermen used birds to catch fish. This I had to see. I was living in Kyoto and by asking questions on the docks, found a boat that was going cormorant fishing. I snuck aboard and hid out. When we reached the fishing spot in the river the boat stopped. There was a flurry of activity, but being hidden, I wasn’t able to see much, so I inched out. Finally I saw a beautiful bird going aloft and watched, fascinated. Eventually the bird returned and the handler held it while it regurgitated fish into a container. At that point I realized the fishermen had seen me standing in full view. Realizing I was busted I just stood there, and then clapped my hands and cheered in appreciation. This may have saved me from being tossed in the drink. The fishermen turned out to be quite nice to this foolish stowaway.
Fed a homeless guy and gave him a blanket.
Here on the Gold Coast in Australia, theres a place called Surfers Paradise; its kinda like the Hollywood of Gold Coast. Anyway this place is filled with bars, night clubs and, well, homeless people. Im 17 and just a few days ago me and two of my friends decided we wanted to feed a homeless person a meal at Surfers, so we did. We saw Eddie sitting outside McDonald’s alone with his back pack and we bought him a meal. After chatting with Eddie for a couple of minutes, he told us that he slept on the beach without a blanket and often he wouldnt be able to go to sleep cause it was so cold. So we took this opportunity to go and buy him a blanket. That was easier said then done…
See it was around 9 oclock on a Friday night and pretty much all the shops were closed. We knew that the local grocery shops should be open, so we decided to try and find them. Now my friends and I had no idea where these shops were, but after 1 HOUR of wandering around and searching on our phones, we finally found it. It took so long because we were on foot. But anyway, once we got the blanket, we were afraid that we had wasted so much time that Eddie would feel stood up, so we all looked at each other and said, Lets bolt it. And that’s exactly what we did. Here we were, three teenagers sprinting down Surfers Paradise with a blanket in hand, dodging people, getting weird looks/pats on the backs/laughed at by adults/sworn at. It was all pretty embarrassing, three teenagers running past nightclubs with a blanket, but we didn’t care. I tell you what, when we gave that blanket to Eddie, he was the happiest man on earth. To see his face light up from such a simple deed made that crazy night totally worth it.
I absolutely love this story I’m about to share.
It was Spring Break 2014. I was 14, slightly dumber than I am today. Me and two of my friends were at my friend’s house. My friend lives on a big farm, and has an ATV.
We were asked by his dad to go check the turkey cams in the back of the farm. We hopped on the ATV and started off the trail and into the farm land. We were hitting all kinds of holes, I’m surprised we didn’t break the ATV completely.
We checked the cams and started heading back. I should probably add that we were being idiots and were climbing from the front to the back while one of us drove.
My friend gave me the wheel and was climbing to the back while my other friend climbed beside me. Once everyone was situated, my friend in the back climbed onto the roof, while we were going full speed.
My friend next to me saw his hand slapping the glass windshield, and he slammed on the brakes, stopping the ATV completely. This sent our friend on the roof soaring into the muddy corn field. I got out of the ATV and almost puked from laughing so hard.
Around November, a group of my friends went to a local zoo and stole a baby penguin. It was not especially high security, as animal theft wasn’t really a problem. You could get over the fence to the penguins by crossing the moat, which had frozen up due to cold weather.
They packed it into a plastic bin and took it back to their dorm. They kept the penguin in a bathtub for a few days. As the penguin was quite small and clumsy, it was unable to escape from the tub. It just hung out in the tub while they had it. I have no idea what they fed the thing… hopefully some fish and perhaps dorm food.
After a couple of days they took it back, and the penguin was unharmed.
At around the age of 14 I spent almost 4 weeks of the summer holidays hitting a tree with a stick.
Some explanation may be in order.
My home town of Torquay is in the southwest of the UK and there had been a storm one night, early in the summer holidays. The next day there were a large number of trees that had been uprooted all over the area, including one behind my best friend’s house. Now, when I say behind his house I mean at the top of the little cliff behind the back lane, somewhere between 10-15 meters high. It was a really large fir tree, itself 10-15 meters in height, and it had fallen to land half way over the cliff edge. It was an impressive sight and my friend Paddy and I decided to take a closer look.
We scrambled up the cliff further along and made our way back to the tree. It was huge and had completely uprooted.
Now for the stupid.
We climbed onto the tree and walked out above the abyss. And proceeded to jump up and down to see if we could make it wobble. Even though it was more off the the cliff than on, the tree failed to move. This was no fun. We decided it was the weight of all the rocks and earth clinging to the roots that was stopping it. We knew what had to be done.
We started by kicking and pulling off as much material as we could, which wasn’t much, and then went to find some equipment. We explored the area, found a demolished building, found some steel poles, and returned to the tree.
We hit, levered, poked and cut. We returned day after day, with saws, hammers, water and sandwiches. My mother would ask why everyday my socks and shoes were full or mud.
Every day we would walk out to the end of the tree (or as close as were braved) and jumped up and down to see if we’d shifted enough weight yet. Not a wobble. But we returned, again and again.
Until one morning, we looked up on our way there, and it was gone. We clambered up the cliff and, upon getting to the top, found tire tracks, saw dust and and a sign announcing it was private property we were on. And that was it. 4 weeks wasted and all we had to show for it was healthy tans and calloused hands.
Almost cleared my high school on Open House night
My friend William and I decided it would be cool to build a hot air balloon as a serious science project. We made a small one 3′ tall from wrapping tissue and it worked. So we went big time and built a second about twice as large. Our classmate art geek added tissue wings to help it fly. It worked GREAT in the gym, eventually flying tethered with Sterno for fuel.
Our school had undergone a major renovation and a public open house was scheduled. William and I decided it would be cool the have the balloon hovering in the chemistry lab for open house. So shortly before open house we lay in the floor with a Bunsen burner, under the balloon, while other students held it up for inflation. It became buoyant. Then one edge of the bottom caught fire. The other students were screaming FIRE! FIRE! as William and I rolled across the floor to get away from it. I was thinking OH CRAP! THERMAL SENSOR! THERMAL SENSOR! I knew there was not enough energy in the tissue to start a serious fire but could it set off the fire alarm?? It did not or maybe we were just lucky and werent parked directly under a fire sensor. It was over in 2-3 minutes; we swept up the ashes and sheepishly set up some other science demos.
It was a night in March, my senior year of high school.
My friends and I had decided to go out to see the newly-released 300. We had gone to the latest showing that night, so when we exited the theater, there was nobody manning the lobby. Nobody. It was totally empty.
And thats when it hit me. I turned to my friend.
Dude, I said. Theres nobody here. We should steal something.
Yeah! I mean, not anything big. Just something that theyll notice is gone. Like … the straws.
Haha, what? The straws?
Yeah, dude. Lets steal every single straw in this place.
My friend looked intrigued, so I continued.
Seriously! Can you imagine the looks on the employees faces when they come in tomorrow? Like Who stole all the straws?!
He started laughing, and we got to work. Each member of the group took a couple bundles of straws from their containers until we had cleaned out every single straw in the lobby. Not a straw remained in sight.
Then we took the straws out to my car, and dumped them all in. The entire floor of my car was completely covered in straws.
It made for a very entertaining ride back.
To sum it up, whats the craziest thing I did as a teenager?
I stole every single straw from the lobby of a movie theater after watching 300.
I stole my teacher’s identity when I was thirteen.
It was very boring day and I, out of nowhere, was thinking about my awful English teacher. She was strict, had a mustache, and was remarkably feared by every student in my class. Being the impulsive moron that I was, I decided to have a little fun by creating her a Facebook profile! So I proceeded with my mission by uploading pictures of her I had found on my school’s website and sending friends’ requests to all the school. I was enjoying so much commenting on students’ pictures and pretending to be her that I carried my little game a little longer than I should have.
I realized how incredibly stupid it was when it was too late: the police showed up at my house and asked to talk to my parents (I went through a lot of trouble). Never had I thought about the possibility that my teacher could find out about the Facebook profile and call the police, which of course were very quickly at identifying the culprit.
Moral of the story, learn how to hide your IP address before messing with other people’s identity.
We were a precocious group of upper-middle-class boy scouts. Im 13, and we decide itd be fun to play with fire…safely. Someone discovered how to make simple Molotov cocktails using Snapple bottles and we made three with different fuels. There was the typical gasoline, an alcohol, and probably a mixture of some sort. In order to test them, we determined the safest place to go would be the elementary school playground. It had a large asphalt surface that we figured would allow us to see how the firebombs worked without accidentally lighting houses or grass on fire. It never occurred to us to seek professional help. We were quite comfortable with working with fire, having all of us earned our Firemans Chit in Scouts.
We got to the school about sunset one Saturday evening, lit the first bomb, and tossed it into the middle of the asphalt. Sadly, we were not alone. Apparently, one of the neighbors was alerted by the sound of breaking glass or maybe some suspicious young hooligans in the playground (and not playing). Whatever it was, this older guy comes out and starts walking toward us from across the street. Everyone but me ran off as fast as they could the other way, so I was left with a fire I had no idea how long it would continue to burn and two other incriminating bottles in a backpack. My only course was to take responsibility.
What are you boys doing? Why did they run away? the man asked me.
Science experiment, sir, I replied. At this point, he sees the backpack and the other bottles. Surely he could feel the heat from the fire the same as I, and he saw the shattered bottle on the ground.
He scowled. I think you should hand those over to me, he said, gesturing to the bombs.
Theyre dangerous, I warned him.
I expect they are, he replied as I handed him the backpack. And now, I think you had best run along.
I did. To this day, I dont know why he didnt call the police and haul me away, but I’m grateful he didn’t!