The new housing Project. Playing around on the local building site was common practice. One occasion we had seen where the labourers had put the cranking handle to one of the dumper truck’s. When the workers went home. I got hold of the handle and started up the dumper. And clipped it back under the seating area, I had a basic idea of how to drive it, and knew not to release the leaver to tip the dumper. As I jumped up on in the driving seat so did every one else, kids off the other estate, there must have been seven boy’s all over it. I managed work the clutch and gears and drove it off the site. The brakes wasn’t to good as I headed for the main road , I found I couldn’t stop it. So I swung it in through the school gates, luckily they where open. The caretaker at the school came out of his bungalow. I remember the look on his face as his jaw dropped when he seen what just went by. I was still fighting with the steering and decided to head for the school field. The gears crunched and ground while I still attempted to slow it down. I didn’t see the football nets as I went through the goal mouth when everyone ducked when we drove through and tore the net to shreds. The only thing I could do was keep it going in circles around the school field as all the other kids on it where egging me on. From the top playing field I could see a police car coming down the main road. So I headed for the sand pit high jump, long jump in the middle of the running track. I lined it up strait for it, as we all jumped off. The Dumper went that way, where the raised block wall set into the landscaped grassed banking of the sand pit stopped it where it stalled. We ran the other way, making our escape over into the old orchards over the to the allotment’s. Later I discovered an older boy whom knew how to drive the dumper better than I, him being a labourer at the building site had took it back, whilst the police had gave chase to us. I had to spend time shutting everyone involved up, as I knew the Police where looking for the offender.