Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I did one of these lists. If you want to play along, visit the Friday 5 website.

Q1.  Where were you forbidden (or too frightened ) to go when you were growing up and why?

When we moved into the neighborhood I grew up in, there was a dirt path connecting the two main streets before they were joined with a third one — we were never allowed to go out there on our own because of the potential for injury. Given the number of poisonous copperhead snakes we found in our own yard, that was a wise decision on my parents’ part.

Q2. What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve done in the past couple of years?

I’m not the kind of person who acts out in a naughty way when I’m upset about something – I usually just throw sarcastic shade as a way of calling BS on things. In that vein, I guess the naughtiest thing I’ve done recently was to encourage a co-worker to break office rules by holding the door for her and making a smartass remark about our security protocols as our office manager walked by one morning. Surprisingly, I didn’t really care that I did. Neither did my co-worker!

Q3. Under what circumstances have you gone into a place you knew you weren’t supposed to enter?

I’ve gone into some places I probably shouldn’t go in pursuit of the ultimate photograph. Last year I diverged from my walk on the bike path in Amherst to check out an off limits construction equipment area that yielded some interesting pictures. I also got a hairy eyeball from a farmer who was across the street from me when I ventured onto the edge of one of her fields to take a picture of a sunflower. I never go somewhere that’s obviously off-limits for dangerous or privacy reasons, but I guess I’m technically guilty of trespassing, even though I’ve never been caught.

Q4. Which aisle in your supermarket do you just about never go down?

The organic foods aisle.

Q5. Not counting traffic signs, when did you last willfully disobey something you saw on a sign?

There’s an indoor go kart track at Hampshire Mall and there’s a gate with a sign “Do Not Touch The Gate.” Of course, yours truly, being a completely sawed off smartass, walked up and touched the gate with my index finger. Nothing happened. Ha!