I have a mom story... this was way back when I was 13 so uhh only 28 years ago or so. We lived out in the sticks for years and one day my brother who was 14 and I found a stolen car on a back road that ran along our property. It was a quick job because all they took were the seats, t-tops and wheels. We didnt have a phone or anything way out there so it wasn't like something we would run and call police for. After 2 weeks of it sitting there and my brother and I "playing" in it every day I decided I could probably find some people to buy some of those remaining parts on the car.
I asked my mom if I could take stuff off the car, fully expecting her to say no and she was like ok! She suggested my brother and I move it somewhere a little more desolate though. I learned how to drive a tractor when I was 10 so I took my dads little orange kubota and hooked it up to the car and proceeded to drag it another 50 yards down the road, then up a trail out of sight. My brother and I grabbed our little craftsman toolboxes and set to work.
Sometime later my mom shows up with food for us! I was kinda surprised she would even come near. She hadn't even seen the car yet and was like holy shit this thing is only like 2 years old, I might not have agreed to let you do this had I known that! My mom was also very conservative, never drank, smoked or did drugs. So my brother and I are standing there looking at her, kind of on hold, and she goes well its too late now! Then she even proceeded to pick up a wrench and start helping us take shit off!
Being that we had a tractor to assist us and all the time in the world, I picked that carcass clean like a buzzard! I got the entire drivetrain out of it. I sold the motor to a guy my dad knew that put it in a willys. The tranny, exhaust, gauges, gas tank and everything else went to my sisters boyfriend who just happened to have a similar yet older car. Once we were done the car turned into our target practice for a few months and eventually used the tractor to push it off a cliff. I used the money I made to buy my first car which was a 64 impala, at 13 years old
Even if theres no statute of limitations on things like this, I made up the whole story anyways. Active imagination you know