Confession

     When I was a kid, I liked to tell my parents that I would be going over to a certain friends house when I would be really going somewhere else. I enjoyed the thrill I would get from the idea of maybe getting caught in the act. A lot of the time, I would go to sleep over at a friends house and walk around Saint Paul at all hours of the night. However, my parents were under the impression that I would be sleeping over at another friends. For some reason the adrenaline rush from walking around the city late at night adhered to me. A number of bad things could have happened: I could have been caught by my parents, by the cops, or even worse injured by someone on the dark street corner. There was something about the cool night air and the streets being lit up at night that was so attractive to me. My parents surprisingly never found out about me walking around the city at night with friends, and lets hope they never do.