Once, a friend and I (~10 years old) thought it's be great fun to throw cherry tomatoes at cars (why DO boys do such things?). One car wheeled around. The bloke chased us through the woods, grabbed us both by the collars and asked where we lived. My friend denied evreything while I was about peeing in my pants. Rather than facing my dad's incredibly painful wrath (and believe me, I would still have scars if he'd a found out) we pleaded to let us clean up the splatter.
This guys knew he had taught us a valuable lesson . . . (at least to run ALOT faster next time)
I do believe it was my last time doing such a thing.
Brian