I remember when we were kids and Amber got the bright idea that it might be funny if she handcuffed me to a window. She was probably only 11 at the time. Me only 9. To be honest, our little brother was supposed to be the brunt of that joke, and I'm still not sure what went wrong. So there Amber was falling to the floor in laughter at my predicament, until of course she realized that we didn't have a key to get them off. These were no trick handcuffs either. Our father was a correctional officer and these were prison issue. She knew full well that if we had to call dad home from work then we were gonna be in some real sh*t. So we spent the next half hour trying to think of anyone who might have a key to these, Amber periodically stopping to once again laugh at me. We finally settled on the lesser of two evils and called our Uncle Dale. So he came and freed me from the window and for a moment we really thought we got away with it. That is until Dad came home and Uncle Dale was still at the house. Amber never got in trouble though I did. To this day I am not sure how she convinced Our Dad that I handcuffed myself to that window.