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Were YOU arrested before the age of 23? (1 Viewer)

Were you arrested before the age of 23?

  • Yes

    Votes: 80 42.3%
  • No

    Votes: 107 56.6%
  • Other

    Votes: 2 1.1%

  • Total voters
    189
We defining "arrest" as the same as "custody"?

When I was 14 I was handcuffed and made to sit in the back of a squad car for approximately fifteen minutes until the cop realized that I didn't do anything (I really didn't - was around some kid who stole a yard sign and several people took off running when a cop pulled up, I didn't run so the cop easily took me down with a "tactical maneuver" and threw the cuffs on and to later realize that it made sense that I didn't run because I didn't do anything) and let me go.

So technically I was in police custody before 23 - whether to define that as "arrested…"

 
nope.

had an officer tell me that if he could find something to arrest me for that night, he was going to do it. guess he didn't find anything.

 
None times

If times back in my day were like they are now, I would've been arrested about a dozen times for underage drinking. But back then the cops just took your booze and told you to get the hell outta here.

 
nope.

i got picked up in a smalltown in TN one summer when i was canvassing for GreenPeace. they required folks to have a permit to do that kind of stuff. i sat in the back of a police cruiser for about an hour because the cop didn't believe i was the individual named on the permit (i wasn't and didn't have identification to prove otherwise). he got bored and told me to wait on the corner until i was picked up by my crew. he was like "don't move from this spot. if i come back here and see that you have moved then i will pick you up for trespassing." he might as well have finished that by calling me a "dirty hippie".

 
A couple other friends and I were doing a sleepover in junior HS, and we had planned to throw water balloons at cars. (I know looking back on it, it is stupid. But this was in the early 80s and people were only doing one thing while driving, driving.) We snuck out in the middle of the night and did it on a staight patch of road and had hid a bunch of ballons to throw. We also tied a rope over a power line to swing a balloon back and forth to hit the cars. Again, stupid.

Well after having fun for a while we were swinging the rope, and what do you know, it hits a police car! We were in the woods, the cop pulled over and was looking for us, and couldn't find us. I was hiding with my good friend Chris. The other guy said we should move. We said no, just stay where you are and he won't be able to find us. He panicked and took off, and the cop got him, and we were screwed. A@@hole.

We got taken down to the police station, and our parents were called. That's fun! Had to go to court, and our punishment was to spend several weekends doing janitorial work at the station. Not real fun. Good punishment. No $$$, work for the kid.

 
At least once that I remember. I was 13 and a buddy and I had a bottle of wine and were drinking it in the crawl space under an empty summer home. Police came and we ran with me carrying the bottle, which I hid, intending to return later. Well, it was a small town, and not too hard to track us down apparently. When we got hauled in I admitted to throwing the bottle away, into the ocean where it couldn't be found. I stood by that story through hell and high water--way too long to change it over when the police accused us of vandalism! Turns out that they inspected the house and inside found it all torn up and an empty bottle of wine. :eek:

Understand that when I was growing up lying was worse than just about anything. My Dad used to say:

"Son--if you kill somebody at least be man enough to own up to it. Oh--and have a good reason..."

Life was not pretty, but then a few weeks later we got lucky. There was another incident of wine and vandalism at a Church in town and they caught the guys--who then owned up to tearing up the home as well. We never did make it back to that bottle though--not sure I could have found it!

 
No, but my brother was. He was sitting in a car smoking pot with his friends when a cop rolled up, They rolled down all the windows and smoke was pouring out, and someone threw the bag of weed onto his big belly. Thinking quickly, he picked it up and proceeded to dump the entire contents on his fuzzy sweater. The cop asked if anyone had been smoking pot in here, and everyone was like, no, but that guy was.

 
one time just for fun i killed a man in remo just to watch him die brohans take that to the bank

 
A bunch of times.

In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog…When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I went nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out…But the worst thing I ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa — and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

 
A bunch of times.

In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max’s toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog…When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I went nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out…But the worst thing I ever done — I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa — and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
Wasn't arrested, but the worst I felt in my life was one time on an open chartered fishing trip I flicked a cigarette across the boat and it went down a little girl's back. It what I said I would do but I didn't think in a million years that I would actually accomplish the act. I felt like crap after that.

Was arrested under 23 for DUI and sexually pleasuring myself in public. Got off on the later.

eta. Got off of the charge, didn't get off in all ways.

 
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What does arrested mean, that you went to jail or just detained by the cops in handcuffs? When I was 20 near the end of sophomore year, we were party hopping that weekend, until sometime past midnight when at whatever party we were at at that point found a handle of cheap vodka in the freezer. At that time decided we might as well just go back to one of our friends' we were with apt, and kill that handle and blow the xanax bars we had. I woke up on the floor around 530am, and decided I wanted to go back to my apt so I could sleep in a bed.

Still completely obliterated, I started my journey home. It shouldve been just over a 5 minute walk, but I ended up walking a couple miles in the wrong direction apparently, and started walking through all kinds of property trying to get myself back on the right path home. Apparently a fence came between me and this path, so I climbed it. Turned out to be a towing company so they called the cops on me. Cops eventually found me stumbling aimlessly thru some residential lawns. Luckily I was smart enough to just put my hands up and not resist arrest or give them a hard time.

Handcuffed me and took me back to my apartment. I got charged with and underage and public drunkeness. Went to court, the public drunkeness was dropped put the underage stuck. I guess they go off your record though because Im now 29 and it hasnt ever showed up on a background check, including FBI fingerprint checks.

 
I got arrested for a crime that I didn't commit when I was 15. Three friends and I were walking back from another friend's house after a homecoming dance around 1 AM, and we saw a group of 4 teenagers smashing pumpkins on people's doorsteps. We were standing on the other side of the street trying to see if we recognized any of the teenagers who looked like they were about our age. The group of vandals ultimately crossed the street in the same direction that we were headed. As soon as we started crossing the street ourselves, two cop cars came flying over a hill. We all took off running because we thought it was an angry homeowner out in search of the vandals, but we all eventually got caught by the police who drew their guns on us. We told the cops that we didn't smash any pumpkins, but they didn't really believe us especially after we told them that the true pumpkin smashers were 4 guys about our age and our height. We were all cuffed and taken down to the police station, where they called our parents. The DA charged each of us with a felony count of resisting arrest and misdemeanor counts of vandalism, loitering, prowling, and curfew violation -- in other words, a collection of bull#### charges. We hired an attorney to fight the charges, and we eventually got a plea deal to plead guilty to just the curfew violation charge -- the one charge we were actually guilty of. Being falsely accused of that crime was one of the things that inspired me to get into law later in life.

 
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Yes, I was incarcerated at age 18. My buddy that I was riding with in his car went to one of those pump than pay gas stations. Instead, my "buddy" pumped and left. We were pulled over 10 minutes later by the DPS on our way back to a party. Long story short my buddy told the cop that I had nothing to do with the gas theft, but the cop arrested us both anyway. This was Memorial Day Weekend Friday. I wouldn't be seen until Tuesday morning is what the booking police officer told us. I got hold of my GF at the time and her Dad was pretty big in local politics. GF's Dad called Sheriff Painter of Midland County and he personally came down and got me out Friday night late. I have never had a really good respect for police since that day. The police officer could have easily let me go, but for whatever reason had a bug up his butt. I got the full treatment = picture taken, finger printed, handcuff perp walk to the jailhouse. We were put in a large cell with probably 10 other guys who were in jail for murder, rape, and assault. Oh, funny part was one guy was in jail for fishing without a license. :lol:

 
Twice for OWI when I was 21. Just back from Desert Storm and I got two of them within 6 months. Straightened my act up and have been a good citizen since (knock on wood).

 
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Twice for underage drinking by the same cop. 1st time in HS when a few of my buddies couldn't wait until we got to the party and had my buddy pull over so they could relieve themselves. Of course we were in a nice neighborhood and a resident called the cops and 3 cruisers were there before my buddies could zip up. 2nd time was at a hotel where a bunch of other kids were partying and we had the misfortune of walking thru the parking lot with a suitcase of Bud when the po po showed up. Best thing about the story was that one of my buddies was on probation at the time and when the cop grabbed him he pulled his arm away and ran. Me and my buddy who were being cuffed and put into the cruiser were cheering our buddy to run while the cops chased him. He got away and the entire ride to the police station the cop was trying to make us to give up our now fugitive buddy. No chance.

 
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I had several runs in with police before I was 23. One of the first times I was detained by the police was when I was 16 and just received my license. I was in my mom's car with a bunch of friends and we went through the Wendy's drive thru and order a large ### with hot wax and a hairy #####. I proceed to drive by the food

window with all of is laughing our asses off. About 20 minutes later I'm pulled over by the cops and brought to the station. They called home and my mom was there but my dad was out. It was great as the cop explained why I was at the police station. No arrest but I did have to go back to the Wendy's to apologize.

 
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2 DWIs in a span of about 3 months in '82. This was when driving-impaired was first starting to gain a lot of attention, but before the penalties got severe.

The first, I got off with - IIRC - just a fine.

Technology wasn't very sophisticated in those days and I guess the fact that I already had DWI #1 under my belt hadn't caught up to me by the time I went to court for DWI #2 or else my penalty would've been worse. I did end up doing 5 days in county jail for it, plus a fine and some probabtion.

 
Been in cuffs twice, but never charged with anything. Which is just frankly amazing because they had me dead to rights both times....

 
None times

If times back in my day were like they are now, I would've been arrested about a dozen times for underage drinking. But back then the cops just took your booze and told you to get the hell outta here.
This,

Also, DUI at least 3, but thems were dfferent times

 

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