My parents came into town early for the holidays and I went and had dinner with them tonight. We were talking about what a fuck-up I was growing up, as I got into a ton of trouble [detentions, suspensions, neighborhood trouble for the stupidest things] and then my parents were getting pretty boastful. My dad said something like, "Yeah, you never got away with shit growing up did you? It seems we caught you every time doing stupid things." To the contrary, I just broke the rules so much that I was bound to get caught. I snuck out probably close to a thousand times and was caught maybe three times. I lived on the bottom floor of my three-story house most of growing up once I moved, and by the time my two older brothers went off to college I was the only one inhabiting the bottom floor. At some point I never even was careful with leaving like I once was, I would just slide the door open and walk out the back gate to whatever it was I did. So I decided now that we were past the statute of limitations that my parents could actually get angry at me and we were at the laugh about it stage so I decided to let them in on some of my exploits that they did not know about. One of the stories I told them about is my absolute favorite story from growing up. Our house backed up to a trail that ran through many towns and it was often what I used to sneak around late at night when I was in high school and didn't drive to not get fucked with by police. One night I went to a friend's house who was having a party and he was about three lengths of the trail away from where I lived, or about 40 minutes or so of walking. I snuck out and had to return home before the morning so that my parents didn't know what was up. I got way too drunk and walked home at about 1 in the morning. The next thing I know, I woke up spread eagle in the middle of the trail with my backpack as a pillow. The best part was, it was about 10 in the morning which meant it was about 4 solid hours of people riding their bikes on the trail and having to go around me to continue down the trail. Nobody woke my ass up or checked if I was alive, and I was about 16 years old at the time. That isn't even the best part actually. The BEST part was I made it about three houses from where I lived and passed out there. I thought for SURE I was fucked because my parents were big on waking my ass up before 11 as they didn't let me sleep in, but this was the once in a blue moon that they slept in themselves so I was able to slip back inside and back into bed without being caught. After I was done telling my parents this story, I got two different reactions. My mom had a reaction of horror because she never thought I was a big drinker in high school [which I wasn't, I did not drink that often actually]. My dad laughed his ass off and said this is why he moved from California and specifically our town because nobody gives a shit. He found it hilarious that nobody woke me or checked if I was alive and they just continued about their days. Focus: What were some things you got away with as a kid that you later told your parents about? What was their reaction? Also, did your parents generally think they were smarter than you and caught you in the act more often than not?