Here's my confession.
I was somewhat of a badass teenager. Grew up in a very small village (pop. 600) where there was nothing much for kids to do but get into trouble. We used to do some pretty stupid stuff for entertainment. Besides drinking beer in cars at the graveyard. Used to play "chicken" in cars, driving at each other at high speeds on the open highway. used to burn donuts on the ice of the lake in winter. And steal bails of hay from farmers fields and light them on fire in the middle of main street late at night. But the most dangerous thing we did was one night after dark, we drove out to the overpass out of town, parked our car where it was out of sight, and strung black tar paper across the bridge in a criss-cross pattern, weaving it around the guard rails so that it crossed the bridge about six or seven times. Then we hid at the end of the bridge and waited for a car to come crashing through the paper. Being dark, the driver couldn't see the black paper until it was too late and almost careened over the edge of the bridge. We never got caught but probably should have. After that incident, our little "gang" sort of went our separate ways. I think that scared the shyte out of all of us. When I think of it now, wow, how stupid were we?