Soaping and waxing car windows. Wearing dark clothes to hide within the night.
I know it seems rather stupid now and kinda cruel, but it was fun. No one really got hurt and it seemed to be a part of growing up. However, as a grown-up, I don’t like the idea of Mischief Night anymore. I know it means that I am now an old fart like the ones we used to throw eggs at. Oh, well…such is the circle of life. 🙂