"Throwing missiles at a school bus" $100. Missiles is a fancy word for snowballs. That was pretty much an after school sport that nearly everybody I knew when I was 12 played. I'm just the lucky marksman that got one right through a small open window and hit the busdriver herself. A dozen or so buddies were cheering and applauding my aim as the bus came to a stop. I didn't realize yet that bus was full of rats at the time, or that they were going to take all my life savings and several months future income, or how hard it was going to be sitting down the next few days after my dad heard about it, when I was living the high life of champion school bus hunter -- but I would soon find out, like the first class the next morning when my parents and the police showed up.
