Broke into my high school one night. Just skateboarders fucking around and it started raining. So we were like, hey, lets see if any windows were left open so we can skate in the cafeteria. One was, so we went in and were enjoying the smooth floors. Some fucking meddling kid from an apartment building way the fuck across a grassy field saw us, told his dad, and his dad called the cops. A few of us got arrested, which sucks every time. I still think it was a good day because I got to watch my friend (who I assured the police I had no idea who he was) successfully run away from the cop. To this day (some 40 years later) I think if it was timed he would have broken a record for the 100 or 200 meter dash. He was just freaking gone over the horizon. It was glorious.