I started sneaking out of the house at 13 after my Dad went to sleep. I had an extra car key made for myself and would usually let my friends drive because they were older. Eventually he caught on...one night, my sister and I were getting ready to sneak out the window as always and our hands went right thru the screen. My Dad opens the bedroom door and says, "Going somewhere girls?" We say, not now. Turns out he had put nails on the outside of our window screen so when we would go to push it out, we would break the screen. He also made us give up our key. He found out about the car thru one of the neighbors. Can you say busted? He would never oil the doors to the house so he could hear them open and shut. From this point on we the only way we could get out was with permission.