This is why there are lawyers and former cops telling you to never, ever talk to the police without your lawyer present, even if (or maybe especially if) you’re innocent of whatever crime they’re investigating.
I walked my dog on the beach without a leash once. I got a ticket even though the only people visible on this ten mile long beach were the ranger in his jeep, and me. Dog’s been dead for thirty years and I’m still kind of sore about it.
I got a parking ticket I’m still sore about. I’d gone in to pick up some stuff. Assumed that there were no parking restrictions since it was a Sunday. Got back to my car, saw the ticket. Looked at the sign. Looked up the city street. Looked down the city street. In the whole street, for as far as I could see, I was the only thing moving.
That was main street. City used to be tumbleweeds on a Sunday.
Under age drinking, oh yeah. Under age smoking, maybe once or twice. Downloading music. Some minor vandalism.
That’s all I can think about for the time being.
I once liberated some perennial seeds from a plant in the garden of the Hunt-Morgan House in Lexington KY, former home of Gen. John Hunt Morgan, the “Thunderbolt of the Confederacy”. That probably violated some ordinance or law.
I’ve suppressed the guilt all these years. 
I once broke into the Denver Federal Reserve Depository.
Well, that’s an interesting start to a story.
Though I thought you were going to say you had cut the heads off a bunch of parking meters.
You know what they did to Fresno Bob?
But did you ever download a CAR ?
I do now!
I’ve been an active member of a couple of terrorist organizations.