When I was about 8-9
I stole a permemnant marker and wrote my name on the bricks in our school playground. Now, fortunately my name is fairly common, so there where at least 6 or 7 other people in my school who it could have been pinned on, so a week or so after it was mentioned, with the usual "we know who's done it but we're waiting to see if they come forward and admit to it first" speech that teachers still seem to think will fool kids.

Anyway, a couple of days after the speech from the teachers I felt great! I had committed a terrible act of graffiti, and I'd got away with it! I felt amazing, giddy with the possible carreer path of master criminal/graffiti artist opening up before me, I was untouchable, incincible... I felt so sure of myself that I even went back to the scene of my crime, marker in hand to add some embelisments to my masterpeice.... just as one of the teachers came round the corner to catch me... Bugger!
(Fredz A graveyard of hopes, a dump of ambition, Thu 7 Oct 2010, 12:34, Reply)