Back when I was in Jr. High School, I and my friend Jim were on garbage can duty for our art class. We had these tall garbage cans that we had to take down and dump in the incinerator, which was located in the school basement next to the cafeteria. We dumped the can, and Jim noticed a big box with a huge block of what appeared to be solid bacon fat. He looked at me, and smiled! I was like, "No Jim!" But he couldn't lift it himself, so I broke down and helped him lift it and dumped it into the incinerator. Immediately it started to melt, making it smell GREAT! Then, we noticed a problem. We hadn't noticed there was about a half inch gap in the bottom door. Suddenly hot melted grease started pouring out onto the floor! We grabbed the garbage can and high tailed it back to the third floor art class. By the time we got there, the entire school smelled like bacon!
It wasn't long before the principal showed up to the class, and they hauled Jim out of class! He did NOT rat me out! And had to clean up the HUGE mess!

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Another thing I did was, when I was a kid, I would get on my bicycle, go to the high end of the streets, and then ride as fast as I could down the alley, with no hands on the handlebars. It was about 5 blocks long, all down hill, and you would shoot out onto each street, with NO chance to stop. Or even slow down. I did this HUNDREDS of times!
And with all that, only ONCE did I come REALLY close to ending up as road kill. Of course, like has been said, the idiocy of youth, did'nt stop me!

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