Wow this brings back memories. When I was in 4th grade, a bunch of kids (myself included) were throwing dirt clods/rocks at cars from a creek/bridge. One of the cars we hit was an ex-cop who, I shit you not, proceeded to come down into the creek and hold us all at gun point. During the ordeal, one kid, I remember his name was Brian, took off on his bike. The rest of us kids used his flight as an excuse to finger him as the culprit. After one kid showed the cop where Brian lived, he finally let us all go. I didn't get home until almost 9pm that night.