WHAT MISCHIEVOUS PRANKS DID YOU PULL?
As a teenager, I learned how to pick locks... the old fashion type often seen in movies depiction events in the early 20th century. This type of lock was often used on many homes in Brazil at that time even in upper class neighborhoods.
One day that is exactly what I did to the unoccupied house on the left. That side of the house was only 1m (@3ft) far from the wall. The yard, what little there was, was on the right side. Along that side was a one car carport. A door lead in to the house from the carport. The door had the type of lock I had learned to pick. After seeing this, I returned to my house an returned with a clothes hanger I had fashioned into the shape of a skeleton key. This "key" I used to open the door. I entered and began to explore it. The only thing I could find was a tube of red lipstick. On the bathroom mirror, in Portuguese, I wrote: "I have been here." I exited the house locking the door behind me. I then went to the front wall which did not have the glass shards and sad down. A white car was moving toward me about 2 blocks away so I once more jumped the wall between our houses. I was very lucky; the car stopped in from of the empty house. Three people, two men and a woman, excited the car. Passing through the house's front gate, they proceeded to enter the house. I did not hear or see anything else because I ran into my own house. It turned out that one of the men and the woman were a young couple who bought the house.
This event reflects my feeling of satisfaction in doing something that I think is wrong and to get away with it. I like being "sneaky". Although the feeling of satisfaction is no longer a part of me, I still do sneaky things that I would certainly feel guilty if someone caught me.
