There’s a sign that says you aren’t allowed on top of the bus terminal because of me.

There was grass on the roof and I was curious how they got a lawnmower up there.

My preschool class took a field trip to our local children’s museum, which was a very tactile experience, so they really emphasized that you could touch anything there. My three year old brain wanted to know what happened when I touched the fire alarm. I understand shortly after they changed that emphasis: you could touch almost anything there.

My old pot dealer let people roll a free joint outside with some busted weed under a sign “roll yourself one!” if they bought enough. A guy I know took this as an excuse to roll a giant cannon of a joint.

There is now a sign saying “roll yourself a reasonable sized joint.”

Beyond innumerable rules at home (no sneaking out of windows, no making potions out of toiletries, no growing mold in the bathroom, no snakes in the house, etc.) once as a kid I had $5 of birthday money burning a hole in my pocket, so at lunch I asked for as many $0.25 cinnamon rolls as I could get with a $5 bill. Although the cafeteria workers tried to talk me out of it, I spent the rest of the day parading around with a huge sack of cinnamon rolls which I didn’t share with my classmates, as I was determined to bring my catch home to impress / share with my family. The same day, an announcement was made over the intercom to the entire school announcing a new two-per-person limit for cinnamon rolls. Details may be off as this was years ago, but that’s what I remember!