When I was younger, much younger about 13. I was on a boat trip with my parents, they were older and they liked to go out to dinner and have drinks. At 13, that was the last thing I wanted to do, sit with my parents at dinner while that got schnockered. So they left me on my own...allot.
Since I had a nice stash hidden on the boat, I would wear quite often. On this particular night, I went over to the marina's hotel it was about 18 stories tall. I was wearing and wandering around. It was easy to get out onto the fire escapes and have a spectacular view. So.... I went out there stripped down to my diapers and plastic pants and just stood out there taking it all in. I remember being nervous, excited, and free at all once. It was a voyeuristic Adrenalin rush I guess.
I never got caught, but I often think back on the, "what if's", that is, what if someone else had wandered out onto that fire escape or came walking down from upstairs, or better yet, hotel security. My Dad would have killed me!
That was then, this is now. NOT IN A 1000 YEARS. I am now fueled by paranoia and know much better. When my son is not around I have the freedom of my house.