I heard a rumor at school when I was in the 2nd grade that this kid Sean found his dads old Playboys and buried one of them in his back yard under a bush. As you can see from the map he lived pretty far from me. I knew my mom would never let me travel there on my own, so when my grandmother was babysitting me I told her I was going for a bike ride around the neighborhood. My friend Marshall and I got on our bikes and made the journey to his house. We snuck into his back yard and dug up the Playboy. It was wet and it smelled very mildewy. We ripped out some pages and hid them in our shoes. We couldn't bike all the way back because it was up hill all the way and we were little kids so we called my parents, (who had returned home and were freaking out that my grandmother had lost us) and got them to pick us up at a park up the street. I remember sitting in the bathtub feeling extremely guilty about the whole thing and I told my dad what I had done. He just asked me what I thought and was not mad. I carried those scraps of paper around with me everywhere after that and to this day the mildew smell takes me back to that time. Also, to this day, my grandmother is constantly reminding me about the time my parents yelled at her because Marshall and I escaped. Now THAT I feel guilty about.