I grew up in a small midwestern town of about 14,000. My dad was the high school principal there and had been in that position for several years. Because of this I always had access to keys to the school which I was not aloud to use. One saturday afternoon my friend Roger called and wanted to see if we could get into the gymnasium to lift weights. I told him that I couldn't do that, but he kept on insisting. I finally gave in and we decided that we would go early in the morning on Sunday (5:00am) so nobody would see us. The morning came and Roger and I snuck in through the boiler room and went in to work out. We were there for a few hours and also played some basketball. After some time we decided we should get cleaned up and go home. We went into the locker room and began to take showers. The showers were what you would expect in a high school locker room, (gang showers). That was when the trouble began. I heard the sound of the door opening and spotted my dad and a police officer coming into the locker room. What I found out was that the police had seen lights on in the gym. Anytime something happened at the school after hours or on weekends they always called my dad to let him know. I knew we were in big trouble. He called us out of the showers and we stood there dripping wet in front of them both trying to conceal ourselves with our towels. My dad wasted no time in waiting for an explanation. He walked over to the coaches office and brought out a large wooden paddle. Roger and I both had to bend over a bench and take about 20 hard swats with the paddle on the bare butt and in front of a policeman. Every time I have ever seen that man I always feel some embarrasment knowing that he saw me get what was coming to me.