As a young man a buddy of mine and I were given a walk down the dozen or so steps to the jail one night, after being caught urinating in a parking lot. Once we started down the stairs the cops started putting the sticks to us. We got to the bottom where the entrance to the city jail was and one of them said "Learned your lesson?" To which we both nodded in the affirmative, "You can go now." They went in the door, we collected ourselves and left. That left a lasting impression on me on the fairness of our "serve and protect" police that as someone else stated, you couldn't interest me in a pair of handcuffs if they were coated in fur and held by a red headed beauty.
I will say that neither of us thought about telling our parents because the number one rule was "Don't get caught doing anything that will get you arrested." We explained the knots and bruises as a dust-up with a rival school. I remember my dad saying "What did you do? Take the whole school on?"