Once upon a time in a land far, far away (I’ve always wanted to write a fairy tale) I was living in an apartment on the second floor of a building that was surrounded by the flat roof of the first floor. It was nice; we had a door out on to it where the landlord had built a deck where we could hang out. For some reason a group of tweens also thought it would be neat place to hang out on to. Despite the fact we were living there and they were invading our privacy. I keep chasing them off and they kept coming back. They thought they had a right to hang out there for some reason?

A couple of days later, I came home to find their bikes were at the bottom of my stairs yet again. So I collected them all up and locked them in a nearby garage and told the tweens that if they wanted the bikes back, I wanted to speak to their parents. Their reaction was to try to get me in trouble by calling the police; however they were in for a surprise. When the officer showed up with the tweens in the back of the patrol car I explained to them how the tweens won’t stay off the roof and why I had locked up their bikes. The officer understood, loaded the bikes into the trunk of the patrol car and took all the tweens to their respective homes (I’m sure the parents were thrilled) and I never saw them again. I never understood why they would think it was ok to do this. If I had decided to disregard their privacy and hung out, outside the windows of their home, they certainly would have been calling the police. I never did call the police, perhaps I should have. Though, I found it funny when they did.