Here is an analysis of an interesting adventure I once had when I was about thirteen or fourteen years old.
I was sitting alongside a not-so-crowded road near where I lived. A gas station was stationed along the opposite side. The person who worked at the gas station happened to know my parents and lived on the same street. Here's where things get a bit strange.
I sat alongside this road for a purpose. I used to have a fascination with storm drains, and I would trek through them. I seemed to always know where drain pipes emptied out. I used to trek beside ponds, rivers and lakes to find entrances to pipe that were big enough such that I could walk through. I found myself trekking amongst the various underground tunnels beneath the town streets and parking lots near where I lived. I didn't care about rats; stuff like that never bothered me. I found out that most manholes that cover streets and sidewalks are not always sewer manholes, but many seal up passages that workers can use to access the storm drains underground. Other entry passages featured grates that were either flat upon the road or sealed against the side of a road.
I remember sticking my fingers up through a grate here and there, and then I could hear the people above say things like: "Did you see that? Somebody's down there!" Strangely enough, nobody ever called the cops that I knew of.
There was this one grate by this gas station fastened to the side of the road that had appeared to have been carved out by some sort of accident or something. It was big enough that I could fit my body through it. I did just that, and this gas station owner had spotted me. I didn't think that he saw me, but he apparently did. All of a sudden, I start hearing people in the drain talking about: "Where does this drain go?" This person called my parents, who then called the cops, fearing for my safety.
The thing is: What's so wrong with trekking through storm drains? They're mysterious and exciting, and you never know where they will take you. I can understand not going through them during a storm, but then again, I wasn't that stupid. I guess that my parents thought I was.
- Ray M -