A few years ago, when I was young and reckless, my friends and I placated our anti-authoritarian streak by doing mildly illegal things. In hindsight our activities were ridiculous and immature... But so were we. We used to go around at night and jump in people's swimming pools, we'd break into the water treatment plant, we'd scale half-constructed buildings... Yes, I know. I feel like a knob admitting I used to enjoy this (and probably still would).
Anyway, one night, a few of my friends and I jumped the fence of Sandon Primary School. We had our skateboards, a footy and a sense of adolescent invincibility. We mucked around there for a while, kicking footballs over roofs and having skateboard races around the vacant school, until one of my friends decided to climb up on the roof. Whilst up there, he whips out his todger and takes a slash on the roof. More than urination, this was his symbolic gesture of defiance aimed at the oppressive education system... Actually he just needed to piss. We then all decided to jump up on the roofs, kick footballs to eachother and see if we could skate along. We were up there for 15 minutes before my mate decided to race me along the waved roof that covered the pathway. We gathered the rest of the boys around to watch what would be the defining moment of our friendship. We took off, galloping along the corrugated iron roof, up and down the curves. I was in front when BAM! I slipped in something... My friends urine from earlier. I slipped ankles higher than my eye-balls. Then fell back down into a puddle of piss. Disgusted, embarrassed and in pain, I bounced out of the puddle and slid down the roof on my arse. I slid over a bolt, which ripped my shorts and... other things, before falling off the roof like Buster (the mannequin they throw off buildings on Mythbusters).
Remembering that story made me happy. I don't know why... It really shouldn't.
