We used to get chased by angry drivers after pelting them with snowballs that had rocks inside. When it was not winter we threw water soaked pinecones. One time we hid in the bushes next to the road we had thrown into and the driver got out and started throwing huge boulders into the spot we were hiding. We didn’t move but were terrified. One rock almost crushed my brothers skull landing inches from him. We remained put, until we heard him tell his friend “Get the gun Butch”. We came out immediately he drove us home to our house and told my dad the story leaving out the boulders and the gun comment. We got a whooping. Scary. We were stupid. He was stupid. If he had killed one of us... well, it’s just stupid all around. We never did that sort of thing again.
When I lived in the Philippines, we used to fire our slingshots at the buses, and got chased into the jungle more than once.
One time, we had crawled down into a storm drain (The kind you used to see more often, the narrow rectangular opening in a curb, an adult couldn’t get in, but a skinny ten year old kid could) and were firing our slingshots through the opening as the bus went by, and the Filipino man driving the bus stopped the bus and stood there, trapping us inside. (He had apparently seen one of our arms come out of the opening)
We where huddled, backs pressed against the wall so he couldn’t see us, as he threatened to call the Shore Patrol. Thank goodness there were no cell phones in that day, because we were trapped like rats.
Finally, my little brother who was much smaller than us crawled through the drain that went under the road and drained out into the jungle on the other side, and popped up telling the bus driver that we weren’t there, that he saw us run away into the jungle, so the bus driver left.
We were definitely stupid little sh*** who deserved a paddling for that. But kids are stupid. Sometimes, they have to learn the hard way.
My friends and I had a spot where we could quickly retreat into this thicket which we knew like the back of our hand. With the head start we would get and the darkness, once we were in that thicket, it would have taken dogs or thermal imaging or night vision googles to catch us. Or so we thought.
One night we pelted a car of a neighbor. We didn't recognize this car as our neighbor's or we would have let it go. We did this for all our neighbors but particularly, the Chaney's because nobody messed with the Chaney's. Rather than stopping on the road and beginning a fruitless chase of us into the thicket, the driver continued on, circled around behind us, and came through the thicket the other way on foot. This guy was a Chaney and about 10 years older than us but had grown up in the neighborhood and knew that thicket as well as us. Fortunately, he was dating my friend's older sister so we got off with a warning and a good scare. Snowballing cars lost its appeal after that.