I did this. Luckily the result wasn't quite as bad as yours.

I was about 12, and there was a dirt pile at the end of the street. We hung out there because it was large, the woods were right there, and we were kids.

We hated how our friends' sisters would try to hang with us. There was of course one sister that was the exception, but she was older and that's not a part of this story.

We were young, dumb, and wanted to do something about the annoying younger sisters.

So - we dug a hidden hole at the dirt pile right over the first hump. You couldn't see it from the road, and it was just big enough to swallow your front tire of your bike and have you fall off.

In my head, the whole thing was hilarious - you fall off your bike, get scuffed up, and never go to the dirt pile again. Lots of laughs!

The reality sucked more.

One Sunday, I'm watching something on TV - it was too late in the morning for cartoons and too early for football, so it was probably some ancient movie being played on Fox with commercials every 3 minutes (you know - the movies that are about an hour long, but somehow take 5 hours to air - and they're not that good to begin with).

There's a knock at the door. It's my two buddies. One is a nervous wreck, and the other is crying like a little fucking baby. He'd cry at the drop of a hat - I bet the fucker still cries at everything.

Anyway, they told me that something happened. Our other friend's dad was looking for our friend (his son), and went to look for him on the dirtpile. We found out that the hole was a major success...our Friend's dad drove over the hump, got his front tire stuck in the hole, flew off his bike, and was knocked out cold.

One of my friends who came to my door found him laying there, and informed the neighborhood.

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An older neighbor kid - one who was a twatbag and had no friends planted ideas in our heads "you're going to Juvie for this, I don't know why you wouldn't." and "if he dies, you'll probably never see your families again." I knew better and told him to shut up, but my other friends grew more and more worried.

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I was mostly skeptical until I saw the ambulance rush down the street - I was sick to my stomach because I thought my parents would be pissed, and since I knew very little of what happened, I thought I may be accessory to manslaughter.

After the ambulance sped off with my friend's dad in the back, the whole neighborhood banded together to fill in this hole. We did it, called it a day, and I came home to tell my parents.

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My dad assured me nothing would happen. My friend's dad should have been more aware of his surroundings, and the fact that I was a minor would put the liability on the owner of the property for creating an attractive nuisance....or something like that. I'm not a lawyer.

As it turns out, my friends dad suffered a concussion and a scrape on the head. We apologized, and then we found out later how overprotective a parent could become.