My eight-year old self could have been shot!
When I was twelve a friend and I were throwing snowballs one evening from a garage roof. We were throwing at some friends, and always liked to targeted passing trucks and busses - and we also hit a car - which happened to be driven by the town thug and crazy tough guy who had been in trouble with the law, etc...
He chased us for about 45 minutes in his car and on foot, through backyards, alleys, etc...
it was the stuff of horror movies....
Me too! I had to run for my life once. Lucky I was faster than the slowest one in our gang. Poor Leon got smacked good.
Same here but the police let us go.