I was so naive as a kid I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing.

No one ever pretended that shopping for anything is a rational experience. If it were would there be Fluffernutter? Laceless sneakers? Porkpie hats? Would the Chia Pet even exist?

The coward sneaks to death the brave live on.

My dad keeps joking about sneaking into my grandparents' house and switching out their HBO for PBS so they think I'm on 'Downton Abbey.'

It was all that stuff about taking your parents' car when you're 13 sneaking booze into rock shows and ditching school with your friends. I could relate to that as a former teenager rather than as a present parent.

I lived in small town out in the desert and my friend used to steal his mom's car in the middle of the night. He'd drive over to my house I'd sneak out and we'd go out to the desert and just burn things down.