I used to be a real terror when I was younger.  Remember those laser pointers all your teachers hated?  I loved that it!  I’d flash it into my friends’ eyes and ask, “Do you have any questions for your Lasik surgeon?”  And of course I used to flash it across the room whenever my teacher’s back was turned.  Sometimes, I’d flash it down the hall and keep the laser pointed at another teacher’s forehead.  Really though, those were some of my more innocent escapades.  I used to throw rocks off the bridge over the highway and one day my friend Tim and I managed to pull a pay phone off its pole and drag it up to the bridge.  It took all the strength we had, but we hurled the thing off and it smashed down onto the highway below.  Luckily, traffic was pretty light, not that Tim and I noticed.  Pieces of the pay phone flew everywhere and coins rolled all across the highway.  Cars shrieked their horns at us and people shouted, but we were too busy laughing to really care as we ran off.  And to think that we were only 12 years old at that time.  How did we carry that pay phone all the way up to that bridge?  Now that I think of it, someone had to have seen us.  Why weren’t we stopped?