I dread to think about some of the stuff we got up to.
We used to go hedge hopping although we called it garden hoping. I remember one of the streets we had to clime a wall and run over the roof of a bungalow to get out of the garden the poor old bloke used to crap him self.
Camping used to be a good crack used to steal the old mans backy and get some cheap booze and get sloshed, up in the morning pinch some milk of someone’s door step to have with your breakfast (beans) then grab my news bag and do my paper round.
Scrumping, knocking doors, fireworks, lighting fires, chucking eg