Summer of 1993, I was getting ready to enter 7th grade. Neighborhood friend of mine had an overnight sleepover as a birthday party with 8 other young punks, myself included.
We got his older brother to buy us six dozen eggs for a night of egging and playing ding dong ditch in our neighborhood. We snuck out of the house around 11 pm.
Things were going well. We egged the **** out of houses and cars. About 20 minutes into our adventure, we saw two police cars rolling through the neighborhood with their spotlights on. We had established an emergency plan that we would run to the park in the middle of the neighborhood in the case of trouble.
We saw the lights and all ran to the park. The cops saw us running and hit the blue lights. Luckily the park was designed in a way cars couldn’t drive past a certain spot. I remember hiding in the base of a hollowed out tree near a creek bed (this is where we hid our nudie mags and cigs when we got older) while the cops halfass searched for us. I was convinced i was going to prison for life. After 5-10 minutes that seemed like 3 hours, the cops went back to their cars and left. We waited another 20 minutes or so in our hiding spots and slowly made out way back to the house we snuck out of.
Got away with it. But got a helluva scare.
