Out of the dark we came, and into the even darker summer night.  My friend and I had rolls of toilet paper shoved into our big sweatshirt pockets, and we struggled to hold on to the ones that we were carrying.  Dangerous as it was, we made our way down the dark road toward our victim's house.  It was midnight, and we considered ourselves to be extremely crafty.  Excitement grew inside of us, and it was all we could do not to squeal as we approached our target: the huge oak tree.  Silence surrounded us as we began throwing the rolls into the air, and our anxiety built.  We tried to remain as quiet as possible, but with every step we took, we felt like the trumpet's could sound and awaken the entire neighborhood.  When we were done, my friend and I assessed the damage with massive grins and hushed giggles, and then ran the entire way home.  The next day, we reeked of guilt as we made eye contact accompanied by sly grins, but to this day we have kept this dirty little secret of TPing our friend's house to ourselves.