I do crazy-ass honeysuckle every day. I can't really choose one thing as being particularly reckless, but... there are a few that have stood out for me over the years.
I went to an extremely strict, private church-school until about 9th grade. So many rules and regs that it was difficult to operate like a normal human being blanketed us daily... so one day a bunch of us guys got together and decided to freak out the faculty by simply
disappearing. Now, keep in mind that this school was located outside of town, wayyyyy out in the countryside... so we couldn't just sneak home or anything.
Well, one day during lunch period we made a pact to NOT COME BACK to class. One by one we snuck out of the building (which was against the rules at that time of day) and met behind the school's maintenance shed. Ok, great. We were outside of the school, but where to go now? We had to go somewhere that the faculty would never be able to find us. After puzzling this out heatedly for about a minute or so, we heard one of the main doors to the school building open, and a deep voice booming,
"STUUUUDENNTTTS!!!"
fresia. We had been discovered before we'd even taken off! That was the principal calling for us! And he sounded terrifically pissed off. The four of us guys just looked at each other for a second with that "oh fresia," look on our faces, then one of us whispered, "run!"
So we jumped up and just started running as fast as we could to the nearest treeline. As we ran, we each took turns looking back to see the principal and another teacher waving wildly at us and hollering for us to come back. I just started laughing. For once in my life I had the power and the authority figures over me were feeling helpless and confused. It was hard to run while laughing as we were, but we managed to get about 3 miles away from the school before we stopped running.
My feet hurt so ******* bad after that. I was only thirteen and there was no way I was in shape for that sort of stunt, but **** it felt good. We found a nicely hidden clearing in a patch of woods to hide in, and we must've spent at least two or three hours just hanging around, resting, sleeping, and smoking a bit. The teachers never came after us or found us. God only knew what kind of shitstorm was brewing back home for us...
...but eventually we realized that we had to go back. Yeah, it was a *****. But we did. We proudly walked those 3 miles back to the school, heads held high, knowing that from that day on we were free men and that no stupid rules could hamper us ever again. After all, once you take that huge step of breaking a rule like that, you just can't go back to being good little Mr. I-will-follow-your-command-because-God-says-that-I-have-to-obey-my-elders. You see, that simple act of disobedience on such a grand scale had changed us (or at least me). It had given us a new view of life and the world, something that those teachers couldn't stop or hold back.
Anyway, we had detention and restrictions placed on us for like two months.
Not that it stopped us from doing what we wanted. lol
Anyway, that's my story.. like I said, it sounds silly and maybe not that big of a deal, but it was a pivotal moment in my life and I'll always remember it fondly. fresia, now that I think about it, that may have been the
DAY I BECAME A MAN.