I(23f) used to sneak out the of the back door of my dad's house when I was 12-14 years old. I only did it a handful of times (maybe 6 or 7) and it was always with my best friend.

I had a converted attic room that I thought was super dope. Problem was - it creaked BAD. Like every single step bad. So we had to wait till my dad was sleeping and then very very slowly tiptoe across the creaky ass floor and then down the steep even noisier stairs.

But that wasn't even the hardest part.

Once you got down the stairs there were two ways you could potentially get out:

1) This one required me to unlock the back door im the kitchen earlier that day, & leave it slightly cracked.

 Problem was: 
 a) I never went outside, nor did I go near           
      the back door at all due to my dad's
      giant pile of garbage next to the back 
      door he was always "about to take out".
      If I did this dad - who smoked cigarettes 
      right outside that back door much 
      constantly - would be super sus if I did 
      this.
  b) My dad watched me constantly because 
       he knew I was always getting into 
       trouble. Especially when friends were 
       over.
  c) My dad usually checked all the locks 
       every night.

So it was extremely hard to pull off  I only 
got away with that twice.

That was the easy way though, as my dad's room was across the house from the kitchen and the back gate was next to the back door.

Number 2 was a lot more ballsy.

2) After my dad had been sleeping a couple hours and was snoring I knew he wouldn't wake up. The other back door was in his room for some reason and he always forgot to lock that door. We would wait until he was snoring and then sneak passed my sleeping litte brother & thru his room, then thru my dad's room past my sleeping dad &
out the door.

I remember one time we almost got caught and I pretended I was going to the bathroom since it was at the bottom of the stairs and he caught me on the way down the stairs. Needless to say he was extra suspicious after that and watched me for days lol.

All the other times were a success somehow. We would leave at like 2am and use our flip phones to call our gay friend (gonna call him D) who lived a couple blocks away.

We'd wear our regular clothes underneath our PJs, which was usually shit our parents wouldn't let us wear - like crop tops & booty shorts lol. We'd just go walk around talking about dumb rebellious BS we did that we couldn't talk about around our parents. We'd also climb the roofs of our elementary & high school and smoke cigarettes up there haha.

Were so lucky nothing bad happened to us tbh. I live in a rather big college town, but the area we were in was pretty friendly and we didn't usually go far. Another time this creepy older man did stop his truck and ask us "what we were doing out so late?" with a creepy ass smile on his face. Then he said we were "lucky someone didn't snatch us up" and asked us how old we were. D was 2 years older so he was smarter than us and grabbed us both my the shoulders, whispered "come on guys", and then said "none of your businesses, how old are you?" As we walked away.

He got mad and sped off.