I used to sneak out thru my upstairs bedroom window, across the
porch roof and down the corner post. A little more work getting
back in, but I never got caught. My brother told my parents a few
decades later.

Scotty


"Seahag" wrote in message
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Reminds me of the time I got locked out of the parental
palace in Kenya. They were gone for the week, as were the
servants. I came home from a hot date, waved adieu to Nigel
and found the place locked and barred, boy was I in deep
poo! I finally spotted the tiny open window over the
bathtub on the second floor. I scrambled up onto the back
door rooflet and, hugging the wall, inched my way along the
sewage pipe to the window. Landing headfirst in the tub was
the pits, but I got away with my illicit date!

Seahag