Spike and the greenhouse

I'd guess that I must have been about eight or nine when a street near me 'Longcroft' was going to be demolished and have new houses built on it. Chimpy used to live in Longcroft, so we'd often hang around in his garden.
One day the whole gang of us were there, Dave, Dan, Ben, Neil and myself, along with lots of others I didn't really know too well. Chimpy was inside eating dinner, but the rest of us were running riot in his garden.
A few houses down, there was a huge greenhouse in a garden, and some of the other kids began throwing stones at it claiming that it was going to be knocked down in a few weeks time anyway.
To start with I just threw a few small stones, but it was such a great feeling when there was a 'SMASH' from one that I'd thrown, so I then found bigger ones to throw. Chimps garden was chaos, kids running around throwing stones, it was like a warzone with the stones flying threw the air and constant smashing of windows from the greenhouse.
It all came to a sudden hault when the owner of the greenhouse came running into the garden shouting. So I did the only thing I could do, I ran, and surprisingly I made it all the way home without being caught. Unfortunatly the others got quite a bollocking from the bloke.
Dan told his mum about it, who in turn told Daves mum, so they all got into trouble when they got home. Luckily my parents never found out. However, Ben (Dans brother) was still back at Longcroft with some other kids, and Dan was under strict orders from his mum to bring him home, so Dave and myself joined him on his retrieval mission.
This time when we got to Chimpys garden, there was no escape. We were greeted by a policeman who then proceeded to gather all the kids round and gave us all quite a stern warning.
I did feel really quite bad about this, especially when we were told that the owner of the greenhouse had planned to have it moved to his new garden when he moved out.
I know that when I got home that night I was very quiet and worried that somehow my parents would find out what I'd done. Days passed and nothing was said, so I thoought I was safe. That was until  a few weeks later my dad had his watch stolen when he'd been playing football. A policeman came to the house to take a statement, and it was the same policeman who had given me a warning. I ran up to my room and closed the door worried sick he'd have recognised me and said something. Thankfully he didn't.
A good few years afterwards I did tell my parents about it. They weren't shocked and my dad said he did similar things in his youth, I think he was even proud of me for being a bit of a bugger.