Haha what a great topic. Last one i can remember was when we went parkouring at lunch time. We were near this apartment(which line the streets in that part of town) and we saw we could probably use our "skills" to scale it. Well there was a ledge so we hopped up on to it and my freind yelled for us to get down when we climbed it. So he climbs up and hides and then it's my turn. I run to the wall, kick off it and grab the edge of the railing, and then pull myself up (which a little trouble i might add, it's 10 feet up) and hop over the upper railing (3 foot jump from the ledge). Then the last guy hops up and hits the deck. All's going well so far, until.. Oh my the door is opening, the freaking door is opening! An old women steps out and starts blaring obscurities at the top of her lungs, threatening to phone the coppers i imagine. So almost instantly my friend hops over the railing and lands and rolls 13 feet down. Oops the other one ditches too, and bear in mind this is in SUPER slow-mo in my mind. * C'mon what do i do, think! Oh yeah jump! But it's so HIGH, do it! No! Yes!* Pumping addreline sets in as i hop and roll 13 feet down and start bookin' it like crazy. Good times, and yeah we got away