I wish my stories were more exciting, but here they are anyway:
When I was 10, me and two mates got into this massive old school that had closed down. It had 3 floors, and when we were at the top, messing around in this massive science lab, that looked more like a University lecture theatre, an alarm went off. We legged it all the way down to the bottom, then realised we'd gone the wrong way, so had to run all the way back up, and back down the other way. When we finally made it out the gate, we could see a Police car entering another gate, at the other end of the road.
When I was 16, I went to Anfield, with two of my mates, who were/are Liverpool fans (I'm an Everton fan, for those who don't know), for the Merseyside Derby. As we didn't have tickets, we thought we might be able to buy some, from a tout, but didn't have any luck. Anyway, about 10 minutes after the game had kicked off, we were getting ready to leave, and we saw a steward opening a door, to the big Centenery Stand, and, when his back was turned, we ran past him, and started running up the stairs. Now, being a Derby, this was a ridiculous thing to do, as the chances of there being any seats available were very slim, and, as the steward was in hot pursuit, we were bound to get caught anyway. When we were halfway up, the steward caught up to one of my mates, and marched him back down to the door. This allowed me and my other mate to make it to the top. When we got there, the stand was packed, but, as if by magic, there were two empty seats, a few stairs up, right on the edge! We sat down, and, when the steward came back up, we started pointing at the pitch, talking gibberish, as he scanned the seats, trying to find us. He did this for about a minute, then gave up, and went back down. It was a good job my mate was caught, as there wouldn't have been a seat for him. He ended up waiting outside for the whole match.
When I was 17, me and some mates got stuck on a train platform, after the people from the ticket office went home, without noticing we were sitting in a shelter, at the far end of the platform, not knowing we'd missed the last train. We'd been drinking all night, and were all totally pissed. The next thing, the most stupid of my mates suggested we cross the track, and climb over a wall, as it was the only way we could get out. I was well against it, but, as my mates were all for doing it, I thought I'd see if they managed it first. After they all made it, I decided I'd do it. I'll never forget the noise of the humming track, as I crossed it, desperately trying to keep my balance, due to me being so pissed. It was a stupid thing to do, but I made it.
Finally, probably the only proper crime I've ever committed, was when I was about 16, and I was in a second-hand record shop one day, and I took a CD. The CD in question was in a box tht was all cracked, and had bits chipped off, so it was hardly going to make the shop-owner a lot of money. I was the only customer in there, and the owner was standing at the entrance, with his back turned, talking to someone outside, on the pavement. It was perfectly set up, and I had this voice in my head, telling me to do it, as I knew I'd get away with it. I was like Doogle off Father Ted, or Bart Simpson, looking at a button that has "Do not press this" written above it. It was in front of me, on the counter, and I just kept looking at it, then looking at the shop owner, with his back turned, trying to decide whether I should do it. I'd never stolen anything before, not even sweets, when I was in Primary school. Anyway, after a quick check for security cameras, I took it, and put it in my bag. I did balance things out a bit, by actually buying another CD, before I left. Oh, and when I eventually walked out, I relised the shop-owner had been talking to a Policeman!
