My 4-year old eyes widened to cartoon-like proportions as I sat behind the wheel of my pirated vehicle, gliding down the asphalt with a beautiful, foreign brunette in the passenger seat. My sights were dead set on rounding the impending turn, that is, until I saw the shadow of a tall figure in my peripheral vision. Mom had come outside and was not happy -- my goose was cooked. Prior to embarking on my neighbourhood adventures for the day, I...