Originally Posted by kthoennes
So that night last summer I sat on the swim pad on the bow and watched a boat owner a few slips away call the sheriff on those kids
. The kids
all scattered and "escaped" except for one who didn't swim fast enough. It's been a million years since I was 14 years old, but there's something wrong with the world when that kid ends up in the back of a squad car for "trespassing" on a dock
, leaving nothing but some ripples, rocking boats, and wet footprints.
Don't forget getting caught, especially one slow kid, is all part of the growing up experience.
We had a declining dairy farm across the street from us (mcmansions now) and they had peacocks in a lemon grove. We, of course dug under the fence and went chasing peacocks. Then we heard a shotgun blast and shouting and we bolted. We speculated later that the farmer had rocksalt in the gun but we'll never know. Running for the hole in the fence one kid stepped on a board, nail went through the foot through and through.
We, of course, left him. The farmer called the cops, the parents and the ambulance and administered first aid until the ambulance arrived (didn't shoot him, go figure). That kid had stones. Didn't give up one other name. According to him he was alone.
They had a huge haystack (15-20 bales high and dry as tinder) and some months later, other kids were in there and set fire to it. Perhaps accidentally, perhaps not. Burned for days. Our group would adventure but we were never destructive. Now that I am an adult I get why they didn't want kids in there. Someone might set fire to the haystack.