onto the kitchen roof. Fell into the gutter, but clung on. Once I'd calmed my racing heart, scaled the kitchen roof and side stepped to the right until I was above the flat extension roof. Climbed up the tiles and in through the velux window to find my mum was actually upstairs anyway.

I did a variation on the Sean COnnery in the Rock trick, with a bit of your own skills.

Key was hanging in the door, so I forced it out a bit from the other side, then used 2 shoe laces tied together on te end of a shoe and swung the key though an open window, and when it hit the floor, stuck my hand in the letter box.

I felt like there should have been a scout badge especially for "non-criminal forced entry".

Arrived home 5 in the morning.
Forget to leave out a key.
Tried to climb in a window.
Failed.
Tried to use a stick as a rudimentry lock-pick.
Failed.
Tried to wake parents by banging on windows.
Remembered my parents were away for the weekend.
Sweared for a period of time.
Re-tried climbing in a window.
SUCCESS!
Except my I twisted my ankle.
Hobbled upstairs to bed.
Dreaded the pain that the morning would inevitably bring...

my mum forgot her key
i climbed on the dog house, onto the outside toilet roof, onto the kitchen roof, dragged an old and rotten stepladder up and climbed through the top of a 6 foot bathroom window (the ones with the small bit at the top).

is brilliant. In halls, our doors used to lock automatically behind us. So if you went to see someone next door and forgot your keys, you had to call out the security staff and pay £15. Having paid £45 in two weeks, I thought 'nah' and learned to open the door with a card. Which I did about fifteen times over the next few months. One time it took 90 minutes, but it was always worth it for that swing open in the end.

of a cracker

one of our old neighbours went to ours to get something from the garden when we were out

he tried to scale the stomach high fence we have for the dog, but alas....he got his foot 'stuck on a spiiiike'. lots of blood did flow..

but the kicker is...the gate doesnt lock, it just flicks open from a latch. poor lad.

that bent spike now stands not only as a marker of his heroism, but also as a warning to others

i can think of is from when i was about 10. Over the gate, found an open window, but it was narrow, horizontal and above the toilet. I managed to shimmy through arms first without a toilet related mishap to retrieve the keys

but my bedroom window was open. There was no way of climbing up though until i noticed the pylon at the end of the garden. I climbed up to the top, wrapped my hands round the wire and cut the pylon, swinging across the garden and in through the open window.