closest I ever came was when i was what 14 I was going to visit some family with my dad i an eighth of pollum in my pocket, And guess what i set the security thing off the guy patted me down, I could actually see the hash sticking out of my pocket his hand went straight over it, he just smiled and said have a nice flight, I was dripping with sweat and shaking and my heart was racing by this time. My dad just asked if I was alright and then we moved along.

It always gives me a tinge of "shit if I'd have been caught" whenever i think of that, god must of smiled on me that day how he didn't search me i dunno.