When I was 27, I was renting a room in a house owned by an older couple. My room was the only one on the third floor.

One day, the couple had to leave for another city, so they left me alone in the house.

They told me to take out the trash, since it was collection day.

Around 11 p.m., I took off all my clothes and carried the trash bin to the sidewalk. The house had five locks: two on the door facing the sidewalk and three on the main entrance.

I unlocked the three locks on the main entrance from the inside, disarmed the alarm, and then walked outside, completely naked, through the garage, which was exposed to the street. I unlocked the two locks on the fence gate, opened the door, and walked about 15 feet to the trash bin.

After I placed the trash bin by the curb, I reversed the process: I walked back, locked the fence gate, and returned to the house.

As I was locking the main entrance gate, I noticed a taxi with two people inside, just waiting.

I quickly closed and locked the door, then went back inside the house.

That experience was thrilling and exciting.