Sneaking out as a teenager....

OMG - I was about 14 - sneaking out everynight - not really doing anything - just walking around with friends until the week hours of the morning

well - one night - we actually went over to a friend's house whose parents were out had not been there but 15 min when my mom walked through the door - on top of the embarassment of that - I was in soooooo much trouble and grounded for the rest of the school year - they nailed my window shut - it was horrible. I never snuck out again

let me preface this by saying... my poor mom

I snuck out all the time and wouldn't come back... for days.
I didn't pay attention when I was grounded... i just wouldn't come home from school.

I was a bad kid.

I took what I was fed, but then I got wheels.... and here we are. lol.

I had many o' fun nights climbing onto rooftops and leaping off 2 story buildings as a teenager. I mean let's be real... does anyone really expect me to obey an 11 pm curfew as a 17-19 year old? my parents are nazis

I always found sneaking backin was the adventure.

I didn't sneak out but I wasn't entirely honest about where I was going. It sounds lame now but in 1976-1978 the UK papers were so full of the evils of punk rock that I wouldn't admit to going to see The Clash, Damned, Siouxsie etc., I'd find listings for much blander shows and/or plays and claim to be going there instead.

Sorry Mum, sorry Dad.

Kind of ironic as I took my kids to see My Chemical Romance last night and the language there was far worse than I ever heard back then on my own.

i use to live with my grandma and the basement door lead to the garage so i'd wait till she went to sleep then i'd go to the basement from inside the house and sneek out the other way then i'd climb threw the dog door to leave the garage but i had one more obstacle the motion sensor light which i had to walk a certain path or it would go off. anyways i remember the second time i ever drank i was 12 and i meet up with these kids a little older then me and they gave me a 40 and when i wasnt drinking it fast enough they called me a little bitch so i basically downed it in less then 10 minutes so i was wasted walked with them to my buddies house about half a mile away stayed there for awhile then i zig zaged my way back home and snuck back in amazingly without getting caught. looking back i coulda got a MIP and public intox charge at 12 man was i dumb

My sneak out stories and runaway stories are epic and legendary. Like strum my parents were also nazis, of course i was the first of four kids so I had to be the one to break them in. They realized pretty early that it was gonna be a "problem" , like around 4th grade, so by sixth grade we had a pretty hi- tech alarm system put in with motion sensors and all. That never stopped me of course. I had an upstairs loft for a bedroom that had dorm windows that opened up onto the roof, so i'd just climb out onto the roof, tie a rope to the chimney and repel down. That was all after i had rigged the window alarm by taping the two sensors together and shoving them down into the wall. After the rope was found and disposed of i just tied sheets together and done the same thing. They never found the rigged alarm system, in fact they sold the house recently and there is a hidden loophole in the now owners security system.

this one time...
when I was 15 I prepped the house just as it was getting dark, i put a ladder up to my window. After everybody crashed i simply climbed down. Then my 19 year old boyfriend (who was awesome) picked me up down the street. We drank champagne on the high school track all night. We waited until my dad and step-mom went to work (it was summer so they were used to me being asleep) and he took me home. The ladder was on the side of the house so no one noticed it.


good times.

I could write volumes on my escapades.
That was one of the first times I snuck out. The first time I ran away was about two months later. That same boyfriend (who was awesome) stashed me in the crawlspace of his house when the cops came there to look for me...


my poor parents.


BUT!.... I never got bad grades... yay me. ;D

i lived in a two story house and my bedroom was on the top floor...i would always crawl out my window onto this little "balcony" and jump to the ground...getting back in, i would have a ladder set-up to get back upstairs...i would also run out of the garage and jump at the last second on account of sensors making sure nothing was going to get crushed by the door...most of my sneaking out trips included crossing the border to go do some underage drinking...i was never caught leaving, while i was gone, or returning...those were the days

well, my mom has always slept like a log, and snored really loud in the process. because of this, my dad has always worn earplugs.

ergo, neither one of them could hear me leaving. the only time i got caught was the night someone called really late, and we had already snuck out. apparently the pillows under the cover trick doesn't fool anyone

I never snuck out. I think one reason was that I was scared shitless of what my parents would do if I got caught and they were really light sleepers. My mom is the "stay up till you get home" type, and she was ALWAYS awake when I came home. So, I never lied to my parents. They were actually really cool. I would be honest with them about where I was going, and I had a curfew, but if I called and told them where I was, they would let me stay out later. I think it really helped out relationship during my teen years, honestly.

Ahh, the good old days!

I used to sneak out of the house quite a bit, just to hang out or sometimes go toilet papering. The best story was when I was about 13, I snuck out at about 1am and met up with about 5 or 6 other friends. I brought the supplies with me in a duffel bag (toilet paper, eggs, some smoke, and a lighter) but one of our friends was missing so I went a couple streets down from our meeting place to his house to see what was up. Right when I got there he was walking out so we were good, but at just that moment I saw a cop car turn onto the street. I quickly ducked behind a car, but my buddy was an idiot and ran from where he was right by his house over to the car where I was hiding. Knowing there was a good chance we were busted I stuck the smoke on top of the tire of the parked car and stuffed the duffel bag under the car.

Sure enough they got out of the car and busted us. After they questioned us and got our info they went back behind the car and found the bag. As they were gonig through it they saw the lighter and asked what that was for. I was pretty panicked because of the smoke that was nearby, but I came up with the story that we used the lighter to heat up the eggs before we threw them so they would stick to the houses better! I was completely talking out of my ass and figured they would bust me on it but they kind of just said "mm hmmm". Well, they called my parents and took me home...I was in biiig trouble of course, mostly because my mom had to get woken up by a call from the cops. But the best part was a couple weeks later when I was over at my buddy's house, his dad (who is a damn cool guy) said, "Yeah, when the cop brought John up to the house he told me about that new technique you guys have of heating up the eggs...said it's the newest thing you kids are doing....stupid ass cops (shakes head)". The fact that the cop bought that story totally made up for the trouble i got in!