I grew up in a rural neighborhood outside of a small town. The neighborhood was pretty much the most upscale one in town, with lots or doctors, lawyers, business owners, etc. living there. When I was probably about 10 or so, we had a small group of about 8 to 12 of us who would pretend we were a gang and we would roam the streets nearly every night during the Summer, and just do dumb shit. Almost everybody had a treehouse, so we'd camp out in our treehouses all of the time, so our parents didn't know that we were out wandering around. One night we got this brilliant idea that we would spread out across the hood, find any unlocked car doors, and at a certain time, all honk the horns until lights came on in the house, then run away. Anyway, we synchronized our watches, paired off, split up and went around looking for unlocked cars. Me and my buddy chose the house across the street from his, occupied by one of the most prominent families in town, a 3rd generation doctor. They lived in a huge Colonial style house set on a hill right in the middle of the neighborhood, and he had an old Ford Model A that he would drive in parades and such. Anyway, when the time came, we start hearing horns all over the place, but we couldn't find the button for the horn on the Model A, so we just start flipping switches and pushing buttons until we hear the loudest fucking "AHHHH OOOOO GAAAAAAAAA" ever. The button got stuck and it kept going off. We tried to make it stop, but said fuck it and bailed out when the house lights came on. We ran all of the way across the neighborhood and could still hear the AHHH OOOOOO GAAAAA loud as hell for several minutes.
Another night we found out that one of the guys stole something from another, so we decided to put him on trial. His brother tried to defend him, but he was holding the evidence when he got caught, so it didn't take much to convict. I was the judge, so I decided to sentence him to 3 jolts in the electric chair, which was just a metal folding chair connected to the sparkplug wire on my go kart. He agreed so long as we would let him go after and everyone would be cool about it. So we used a belt to crudely strap him to the chair and I gave it a good pull. He freaked the fuck out and jumped up and ran off still strapped to the chair screaming. I guess it hurt.