When I was about 10 I used to tape a matchbook with a nickle taped to it that had a fishing line tied to it to my old neighbors window and tap tap tap on his window all night long from across the street in the bushes. Lasted a summer or so but had a blast with it. He never realized what it was but it drove him nuts. We used to garden raid the neighborhood in the summer and then fire the spoils at cars too around that age. Fun times. This was therapeutic, let's do it again. I have way way too many of these stories to share, I was a total little degenerate.