Walking on the ice in the creeks at confederation park. Not too deep, but in retrospect it's amazing we didn't drowned with the amount of times we went through, or developed hypothermia from walking several blocks home in frozen jeans.
Rolling snowballs down the hill just east of 10th street (across from the new SAIT parkade). Remember the scene in the movie Willow with that giant snowball that kept getting bigger and bigger? That's what we were going for. They always broke apart, but I can't even imagin the amount of damage we could have caused if one made it to the road.
We also threw apples and eggs and rocks down at the cars on 10th, and at the houses in Sunnyside from crescent road. Man, we were stupid.
Crescent Heights High School - we'd smoke pot in the trees at the park during the day. I imagine kids still do this, but I recall the spot we smoked at being called 'Little Jamaica,' and word was that the name went back to when Tommy Chong went to that high school.
I took my dad's van for a spin in the middle of the night when I was only in grade 8 or 9, but my dad gave me a crash course on driving at my uncle's farm once - so I had some idea what I was doing. This was the early-90s, before cellphones. I eventually rounded up some of my friends with the payphone at Esso on 16th/10th street NW and we ended up at Tim Hortons.
Throwing a discus through the window at Rosedale school. It was on a weekend or after school, and an accident--but I was convinced I was going to be expelled. Nobody found out it was me.
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