One thing that has spanned the decades as a popular teen pastime is toilet-papering houses.
“Going rolling” was pure fun in my day, and now it’s apparently still the rage.
When I was a teenager, we “went rolling” pretty regularly, perfecting our “silent laugh” while tossing the cheapest brand of one-ply toilet paper into the oak trees of various friends in Stonewall.
Sometimes “rolling” also included “forking,” which meant sticking hundreds of plastic forks all over someone’s yard. Lots of meticulous work just for a real good chuckle!
I recall how the mom of a friend caught us rolling and forking her yard one night. We all ran away like crazy in the pitch-dark down Collinswood Road in Stonewall.
“You girls get back here now!” she bellowed in her robe from her front porch.
We dove into the ditch and laid as still as possible. She never found us, but the fire ants found us on her behalf.