The SWAT call is much less exciting than you'd think, but still a fun story. We were like 11 or 12 years old, me and my buddy. We were really into airsoft guns, like to the point we bought a ton of gear from army surplus stores and had some pretty intense wars.
For some dumb reason, we decided to just go waltz around the park behind his house one afternoon with a couple airsoft guns and a camera, taking what we thought would be cool pictures. The pool manager (an OG Karen, who was very familiar with who we were) overreacted just a tad and called 911 about 2 people with rifles in the park.
A buddy of ours came from the pool to tell us she had called the cops on us. By the time we walked across the park back to my buddys house, we were greeted by the town cop, 2 or 3 deputies and 2 or 3 state troopers, all with guns drawn on us. Good thing I was wearing my brown pants.
We heard one of the troopers jump on his radio and tell his dispatch the situation and that the team could stand down.
The rest of the day was spent watching my buddys dad snap airsoft guns over his knee and playing the OG call of duty instead.
As long as you yell FUCK IT as you jump off the house, you would be a man amongst boys....
I'm pretty sure fuck came out of our mouths alot, particularly the time I cleared the back deck from the second story roof, nearly overshot the trampoline and ended up in my mom's rock bed.