Imagine knowing a secret, something really cool, and not being able to tell any of your friends.
When I was in high school I had such a secret. It was something that made me smile every day, and yet I never told a soul until after I had graduated. After my senior year, I picked an underclassman to serve as the successor to the secret, and handed my little brother the code to the school’s central thermostat control system. You see, our father was a local HVAC contractor, and was one of the men who worked on the school renovations two years ago. During this project, I snuck into his office at home and copied down all the passcodes for the thermostat system for the school. Once the job was complete, only six people in the school administration would have the passcodes, and thus be able to regulate the thermostats for the entire school. Now I had them, which meant I had to be careful not to get caught, but as long as no one actually saw me touching the thermostat, they could never prove anything. Sometimes I would crank down the AC to the lowest level, just to cause a ruckus. One time I turned the heating up in the gym during a school assembly and watched as everyone started sweating buckets and not knowing why. It was very important that none of the other students knew about the thermostat passcodes, because eventually someone would have told the adults. I just hope my little brother has as much fun messing with the thermostat as I did.