Did you ever sneak out? Have you caught one of your kids sneaking out?

I snuck out once. My father shot me with a BB gun at low air pressure, claiming he thought I was an intruder. It didn’t break the skin. I didn’t sneak out again.
At the time I believed him. Now, I’m not sure. His lessons were oddly taught.

I kind of described pretty much how I sneaked out and become a Mafioso already :p

They can run, but they can not hide.

Never did. Had nowhere to go and nothing to do when I got there.

My sister did a few times, after I moved out.

My kid is five. So, no.

No and no.

@GloPro smart dad.
I usually got caught re-entering at 6am or so. The amount of yard work was assigned based on how hung over i was.

It was way too much work to sneak out when I was a kid. Our drive was nearly a mile of gravel to a 2 lane blacktop, miles from town. Plus, I was the youngest and seldom bucked the rules.

My sister, the middle child, would climb out her bedroom window and run ½ the drive to have boys pick her up so she could party. She always got caught, was always punished (sometimes physically, brutally), and she always did it again.

My daughter is now 26 and was raised on a rural property, so there was no sneaking out unless you wanted to walk a mile down a gravel road and another 12 miles into “town.” haha
I, OTOH, was raised in surburbia but never needed to sneak out. My mother was extremely naive and thought I was a little darling. I would call from a wild party at midnight and tell her I was spending the night with my friends to help clean up from the party, and she would say ” Okay honey, have a nice time!”

She must have been envisioning ice cream and cake and party streamers, certainly not kegs, and cocaine. lol
This was the 70’s…parents were really pretty clueless still, considering it was our generation that created the sex, drugs and rock-n-roll mantra.
Then again she might have been enjoying a Valium and a gin and tonic with her Avon lady too and just didn’t care. Those 60’s and 70’s housewives were closet party animals too. lol

I used to do when I was little. My Mom used to hide chocolates in the kitchen shelf. Whenever she was occupied with the TV in the living room, I would sneak into the kitchen and take one or two. As the number of chocolates decreased she found out the culprit! But I never felt the need to sneak out of the house, infact I never could because it was impossible!!

No, I always make sure my fly is fastened, my son does likewise.

Did it a lot in high school for parties and girl friends. Never was caught by my parents though I did tell them what I did a few years ago for shits and giggles.

Yes, in high school, I could sneak out the side door. Didn’t do it a lot, although more when I was a senior in order to smoke cigarettes. I snuck out a couple times to go party in the neighborhood.

My kids could sneak out now and I would probably not catche them if they made it home by 2 or 3 in the morning. But they have no means of transportation, and they don’t have friends that close by.

I could have but didn’t. With a sick wife, 2 young teenage boys and a small house in suburbia my Dad was doing everything he could to keep the household together. it just didn’t seem fair to add to his burden. I was a good kid.

I just walked out… came home at 3am just in time to deliver newspapers… I was a good kid and my father bought me a telescope, so naturally he would expect me to use it.

I snuck out all the time. My 11 pm curfew was just when the parties were getting started. My mom could never quite figure out why I slept in so late on the weekends. The muffler on my Camaro was pretty loud and I had to push it half way down the block so as not to wake anyone.

Our apartment was in my grandparents’ house and it was on the second floor. However, the house was on a hill, and my bedroom was 5 stories up from the ground. I considered sneaking out but knew that if I got some kind of a rope ladder and did something wrong, I would die. So no, I did not sneak out. I either went out with them knowing I was going out, out the front door, or I didn’t go.

I did all the time. One I remember well was when my big brother was on a hikning trip. As soon as my parents went to bed, I snuck out to the garage, pushed his Vespa up the street, cranked her up and headed for Cedar Key—about 150 miles north. I’d seen it on a map and it just looked like a really interesting place, but I way underestimated the Vespa’s top speed. By the time I got there, I knew I was dead meat, but what the hell. I’d figure out something to tell them on the way home. I walked around this really cool, old Florida town for about an hour, then hopped back theh Vespa and headed out just before dawn when the town cop stopped me. No driver’s license, no ID, no ownership papers of any kind. I had just turned 13. My dad had to borrow a pickup truck to come and get me and the Vespa. I got in trouble big time for that one.

After my Father died (I was 4) I had no adult supervision and could come and go anywhere at any time. Needless to say I got into a lot of trouble but was rarely punished.

I don’t have any kids that I know of.