I get it, no one likes when bad shit leaks about your past. Hell, I'm lucky, it is almost 15 years later, and my parents still have no idea that it was me and my brother's fault simply because we covered it up. We were having fun in the backyard setting things on fire and watching them burn (mostly shitty toys), when my brother thought it would be cool if we built a fort in the basement, set fire to it, and then played "firefighter" to put it out. Our forts usually consisted of putting two couches together with a badass hallway made of chairs with a sheet draped over them. we would have trenches behind the fort and call our sister down to the basement for bullshit reasons, and then ambush her with Nerf guns. My favorite nerf gun was this lever action one. It only held 8 shots, but those darts came out faster than any of the other guns. Even that battery powered one that chucked nerf balls out. That one actually sucked because it took too long to warm up, and everyone could hear me coming a mile away during a nerf battle. I preferred to be stealthy and that gun didn't help me out at all. When that gun broke, I was actually glad. Fuck that gun.