Endorphin Rush
Have you ever stayed at a friends house awake until 4 a.m. planning to go ding-dong-ditching? The weather was perfect, his parents were in bed, friends were available, and it seemed like a mischievous thing to do. I know everyone had been thinking about it and had said some things occasionally, but tonight I wasn’t going to pass up on this perfect opportunity. My anticipation was growing and time was running out. I had to act now. Its not about making people angry, it’s all about the adrenaline rush and the excitement.
It all started when Deryk, Will, and I were staying at Alex’s house playing Pacific Rift, a video game we rented for his PS3. His mom had made us so many snacks for the super bowl party, we all felt sick by the time Alex’s dad got back with the two large Hot N’ Ready pizzas from Little Caesars. We watched the Ravens take down the 49ers and celebrated by eating more food. After about three hours of switching from video games to playing football outside, I came up with the idea to go ding-dong-ditch Alex’s neighbor’s house. Even though it was (with my experience of ding-dong-ditching) one of the worst set ups for not getting caught due to the lack of bushes and trees in their yard for hiding, we decided to do it anyway. Since no one else had ever been before, I took control and offered to do the first house.
The time had come and we snuck out the door and headed cautiously across the street. I led the pack as we crept over their barren yard. I went ahead and slowly made my way up to the large wooden door. As I took my first steps onto their porch, I looked back to find the boys quickly stumbling to get back to his house. I shrugged it off anyway and proceeded on the mission. Oh well, I can’t turn back now. After I completed the task of ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door just in case their doorbell didn’t work, I scrambled to get cover only to find a pathetic brick mailbox. It didn’t have much use because my arms and legs were sticking out in all directions. Suddenly, I heard their dog bark followed by the petrifying sound of the door opening and the blinding flashlight rays shining from the sides of the mailbox. The few seconds of waiting for the man and his dog to go back inside felt like an eternity. I sat there shaking not knowing what would happen if I had gotten caught.
Once the coast was clear, I made my way through the pitch black cool air and the damp grass back to Alex’s house. Wow, really, they locked me out. I wasn’t very surprised to see their hysterical faces as I peered into the living room window of the house. After about ten minutes of trying to convince them to let me in by mouthing words through the window, they finally worked up the nerve to unlock the door for a fraction of a second to let me in. A moment later we made our way into the living room. Alex noticed a little red light out the window off in the distance. It was the cops! We shut off the lights and closed the blinds and waited for the eerie red light to be far enough away until we knew it didn’t have anything to do with us. We all had grins on our faces from ear to ear laughing and joking about the prank we had just pulled off.
Looking back, I know it wasn’t one of the smartest things we have done, but that’s what makes me mischievous. You have to take risks and push limits. If you were to ask me today if I would have changed what we did, there is no doubt I would say no because it was a memory of good times with great friends. Being mischievous makes your life full of excitement and beaks you away from the boring lifestyle kids live in. Just remember, next time you try to pull off something like this, good luck. I’m not a bad kid, but I certainly am mischievous.
Have you ever stayed at a friends house awake until 4 a.m. planning to go ding-dong-ditching? The weather was perfect, his parents were in bed, friends were available, and it seemed like a mischievous thing to do. I know everyone had been thinking about it and had said some things occasionally, but tonight I wasn’t going to pass up on this perfect opportunity. My anticipation was growing and time was running out. I had to act now. Its not about making people angry, it’s all about the adrenaline rush and the excitement.
It all started when Deryk, Will, and I were staying at Alex’s house playing Pacific Rift, a video game we rented for his PS3. His mom had made us so many snacks for the super bowl party, we all felt sick by the time Alex’s dad got back with the two large Hot N’ Ready pizzas from Little Caesars. We watched the Ravens take down the 49ers and celebrated by eating more food. After about three hours of switching from video games to playing football outside, I came up with the idea to go ding-dong-ditch Alex’s neighbor’s house. Even though it was (with my experience of ding-dong-ditching) one of the worst set ups for not getting caught due to the lack of bushes and trees in their yard for hiding, we decided to do it anyway. Since no one else had ever been before, I took control and offered to do the first house.
The time had come and we snuck out the door and headed cautiously across the street. I led the pack as we crept over their barren yard. I went ahead and slowly made my way up to the large wooden door. As I took my first steps onto their porch, I looked back to find the boys quickly stumbling to get back to his house. I shrugged it off anyway and proceeded on the mission. Oh well, I can’t turn back now. After I completed the task of ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door just in case their doorbell didn’t work, I scrambled to get cover only to find a pathetic brick mailbox. It didn’t have much use because my arms and legs were sticking out in all directions. Suddenly, I heard their dog bark followed by the petrifying sound of the door opening and the blinding flashlight rays shining from the sides of the mailbox. The few seconds of waiting for the man and his dog to go back inside felt like an eternity. I sat there shaking not knowing what would happen if I had gotten caught.
Once the coast was clear, I made my way through the pitch black cool air and the damp grass back to Alex’s house. Wow, really, they locked me out. I wasn’t very surprised to see their hysterical faces as I peered into the living room window of the house. After about ten minutes of trying to convince them to let me in by mouthing words through the window, they finally worked up the nerve to unlock the door for a fraction of a second to let me in. A moment later we made our way into the living room. Alex noticed a little red light out the window off in the distance. It was the cops! We shut off the lights and closed the blinds and waited for the eerie red light to be far enough away until we knew it didn’t have anything to do with us. We all had grins on our faces from ear to ear laughing and joking about the prank we had just pulled off.
Looking back, I know it wasn’t one of the smartest things we have done, but that’s what makes me mischievous. You have to take risks and push limits. If you were to ask me today if I would have changed what we did, there is no doubt I would say no because it was a memory of good times with great friends. Being mischievous makes your life full of excitement and beaks you away from the boring lifestyle kids live in. Just remember, next time you try to pull off something like this, good luck. I’m not a bad kid, but I certainly am mischievous.