When I was really little I remember sneaking outside. It was early in the morning and I was awake, but everyone else was sleeping. We’re talking like six AM here. My grandpa was staying over, sleeping on the couch if I remember correctly. I sneaked out, because I was well aware that I wasn’t supposed to go out at this time. But I must have made noise, because I was in the backyard for like five minutes when my grandpa came and took me inside. Complete fail. Lol.
Also in that same place, (which was a basement suite) I sneaked outside through the window in my parents’s bedroom. It was Winter, so a bunch of snow went all over everything that was beneath the window. I got spanked. Fail again lol.
Much later as a teen living with my dad, I never sneaked out, because he was pretty lax on the rules, and how late I could stay out. He trusted me, and I never failed that trust, or barely. He gave me enough freedom, and I respected the rules.
But on and off in my teens I lived in group homes cuz mt dad wasn’t always able to hold a job and take care of me, plus he drank too much. They have severe ass rules. Shitty curfews, you can’t go anywhere…and if I did stay in, they’d let us play video games for like 20 minutes a day. LAME. Not only did I sneak out, I stayed away for a whole day, sometimes entire weekends. I’d hang out with friends, get drunk or do drugs, and just crash at random people’s houses, and once, on top of a restaurant roof, under this big ass motor thing that provided heat while you slept. It was mounted on the roof and you could crawl under, although to this day I still have no idea what it is.
Sometimes they came looking for me if I was missing for too long, or was escorted back by cops whenever we partied too hardcore late at night in some park you’re not supposed to be in after 11PM. A few times I went to my dad’s place, and he’d let me sleep there, but he did make it clear that it was his duty to bring me back to the home in the morning, and asked that I cooperate. Which I did, but it pissed me off lol.