I refuse to go into anything I did, but I'll tell one my father did.
He was raised by his grandparents and a bachelor uncle. One summer when the yard around the farmstead was mostly dust, he cut a couple of pieces of plywood shaped like a shoe sole about 18" long, even attached heels.
He strapped them onto his feet one evening and ran all over around the barn and other buildings. He had to run to get the right distance between them to look real.
His uncle went out to do chores the next morning and came running back to the house, white as a sheet.
And people wondered why I got into mischief.