I like to think of myself as a secret agent. When I was eight, I played spy with my best friend Roy. We would dress in black, armed with ping-pong ball smoke bombs, and run around at night trying not to be seen. We even had hand signals for communicating our movements to each other.
Occasionally we would peek in a window, but for the most part we spent the time hiding in bushes and gardens watching unsuspecting pedestrians walk by.