In my delinquent years, a friend and I outrunned some cops. Jumping many neighborhood fences to reach safety in the woods of a nearby park. We really weren't doing anything seriously wrong, but I guess enjoyed the thrill of being in pursuit. But it was not as adrenaline pumping as being chased by some PO'ed good ole boys in a pickup wielding baseball bats. After a good chase, took cover in some bushes. Friend wanted to keep going but stayed with me, while doing out best to stop breathing loud... as they ran right past us.
Something really not worth bragging about is that at the age of 3 or 4, I was able to set fire in my apartment burning most of the second floor, and being rescued by firemen with a ladder to the bedroom window. While I was just wearing my underwear *flex*
Parents didn't appreciate that.