I'm not that old and you're not that fast...

As kids, my friends and I were never deliberately bad. Sure, we roamed the neighborhood. But we didn't want to cause permanent damage to people's homes or property. We were just kids with not much on our minds. Of course, that doesn't mean we didn't do our fair share of toilet papering, egging and forking. (If you don't know what that is, then good. You shouldn't.) But I never really thought much of it. Until I owned my first house.

Now, I have become one of those people I remember running from as a kid. But there's a difference between me and all those "old people" from my childhood. And the difference was clearly evident this evening.

I had just finished cutting the grass and was about to close the garage when I saw two kids walking by my neighbor's house. They didn't see me. And more importantly, they didn't see me see them draw on my neighbor's mailbox with a Sharpie. That kind of stuff drives me nuts! After all, what homeowner wants their mailbox desicrated? (*Side note: Sigmund Freud would have a strong theory as to why these kids drew this certain object.)

So I whistled. And they stopped dead in their tracks ... at first. But as I walked up to them and talked to them about how they were going to knock on my neighbor's door and explain what they did, they took off down the street.

Now, that is completely understandable. I remember doing that. And I remember getting away every time (except for the time I ran head first into a tree at night. But that's another story.) So I'm sure these kids thought they would just run around the corner and everything would be fine. One problem for them, though. I took off too. And I caught up to them.

The look on their face said it all. "How in the world did this 'old man' catch us."

"You know what?" I said to them. "I'm not that old and you're not that fast."

And right now, they're busy cleaning the mailbox under the supervision of my neighbor.