My friends and I used to play "Statue" during our early adolescence. Roughly 13-15. We were all tough enough for teenagers. Most of us were already wearing our leather jackets. I always wore combat boots although my friends wore sneakers, then again, they were always more athletic. Late one night we were down the corner from my fathers house, before they built a WAWA there, and there were 2 large tree stumps. The intersection was about five miles from town, and actually separated the real farms from the housing developments we all lived in. We were out 9ish-10ish on a summer night and were just hanging out goofing around. Some of my friends lived more in town and spent some nights out at my house where we were technically in a no mans land for police. We were under the state patrol's supervision of course but we actually had no local law enforcement, so there were no regular patrols.
We started playing this game where when a car came we all formed a famous statue and stood there as still as possible until the car was out of sight. We were only 4-5 feet off the road and obviously visible, but no one said anything or stopped for a closer look. I do recall meeting someone's eyes, but I think most of us tried not to meet anyone's gaze. There were too many country boys that would want to challenge you for that out there, and they were never very picky about who they pounded on if the mood took them. Long haired kids in leather motorcycle jackets pretty much were "Redneck Pinatas".
That night was actually a lot of fun and the next night we moved into downtown at one of the busiest intersections and did it again. The results were spectacular, the cursing and shouting from people we probably knew from school, horns being honked by other more friendly people. I think the police finally convinced us to quit.
If you've ever seen the show "Jackass" that was us only not violent, and actually trying not to hurt each other. Sort of a friendly version. We did videotape one night of fun. Including lots of laughing, singing badly in the back of a Trans Am (black and shiny, Randy's pride and joy until he killed it) film of him peeling out of several different parking lots looking all badass... and of course the larcenous adventures of yours truly the shoplifting freak. Too bad a teacher for some reason confiscated it. I was out of that school by then but nothing ever came of it.. Too petty to prosecute..