Yes, I was about 17 and had told my parents I was staying out all night with a friend. But I got an unexpected lift back to my village - it was too late to call (around 1.30am) and well before the years of mobile phones, so I when I got back, they had already put the deadlock on the door so I couldn't get in.
I was way too afraid of my stepfather's wrath to ring the doorbell, so I clambered into my mum's old Mini Clubman and slept there, right outside my own bloody house. It was miserable and very fucking cold. Thank the Lord my mother was a churchgoing woman and got up at 7am to go to communion, I pressed my face up against the conservatory and she nearly had a heart attack.