When I was ten-years old, my sister, and our friend did just this. The forbidden lake was at the back entrance to our sub-division with several "NO SWIMMING" signs posted in plain sight.
We went swimming anyway. Without our swim suits. Without a stitch of clothes. In the daytime.
Not a good plan.
The three of us were frolicking in the water having a good ole time when my mom rode up on her bicycle.
Uh oh. BUS-TED!
All she said was, "Get out. Get your CLOTHES on. And get HOME," each word enunciated like a gunshot. Then she turned her bike around and left.
This was back in the day of spankings, switchings (where your mom or dad would tear off a thin limb on a tree and use it to spank the back of your legs and bottom), and paddlings.
And despite getting spanked, switched, and paddled quite a few times as a kid, I had a wanderlust and sense of adventure that could not be curbed. It wasn't like I was a bad kid, quite the contrary, it was just that I had the spirit of Indiana Jones.
So my sister, our friend, and I got out of the lake, put on our clothes, and rode our bikes home dreading our punishment. We never went skinny dipping--or--swimming--in that lake again.
But we did plenty of other things that probably would have given my parents white hair if they'd known about them, like crawling through flood-water pipes, and climbing in the rafters of houses being built, and walking along train tracks, and exploring the junk in the dump, and riding our bikes out in the woods when there was a flasher on the loose, and having dirt-clod fights with other bands of kids.
But we survived and thrived, despite our antics, even though my sister did get a nail stuck in her foot when we were messing around at a construction sight. Other than that we were never injured, infected, flashed, or kidnapped from or on our adventures.
I wonder if kids these days actually have real adventures or if their adventures come vicariously from books, movies, TV, the internet, and video games?
I'd love to hear your stories!