I loved sleepovers as a kid. But I remember sleeping over at a friend's with several other kids. We were playing hide and seek in the house. I think I was wearing socks, no shoes. I stepped on a piece of glass and cut my foot pretty good. I know I cried, and they called my parents and my mom came and got me. So I guess I was one of those kids.
I remember in high school sleeping over at my cousin's house and we were always BAD. Her parents would have to keep getting up all night to tell us to behave and go to bed or they were going to drive me home. We were good at my house. We knew my parents wouldn't allow that behavior and we could get away with it at hers. Once my cousin was so mad at her mom coming into her room to tell us to be quiet that she crazy glued her door shut. Gee, who would have thought that stuff worked that well, most of the door siding came off with the door when it was opened. Once we stuck a whole box of maxi pads to her ceiling. Those tape marks stayed there forever. Or the time we threw a big rock on the roof of her screened porch room and it made a good dent in the ceiling. Or when we teased her younger brother and told him there were ghosts in the basement and he would never go down there for years. Fun times.