mmm, several times over a few years in my teens, yes.
Reported for stealing an old ladies broom from the communal meter cupboard in our block of flats.
Same old lady also reported me to police and council for being a drug dealer and running a brothel (both based on zero actual evidence).
Then she started a petition to get me evicted and I genuinely thought she was having some sort of seizure when she found out the council moved me to a larger semi detatched property as a direct result of her behaviour!
I once got picked up by a very nice police lady whilst chilling in the woods one day smoking a roll up and reading a book - a dog walker had reported a run away teenager smoking pot - I got to sit in the front of of a riot bus and driven home. I was 19. I think she started to realise I wasn't actually up to no good when she asked what I was reading - Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintainance. By the time we got to my house she was happy to just drop me off and leave it at that as I had in fact done nothing at all wrong!
And worst of all, and somewhat longwinded - I got my flat raided and turned upside down for a crime I had initially reported to the police, that they had taken an on-the-spot statement from me about.
I witnessed the shop opposite get broken into, called once they'd gone because my phone had no signal indoors and outdoors was immediately in front of the crime in action - waited, spoke to the first attending officers and made a verbal statement as to what I'd seen. Sent back to my flat, went to bed, told someone would be back around lunchtime the next day to do a written statement.
6am (so 4 hours later) my door gets booted in and a search warrant waved in my face and they tip the place up as apparently it was reported that I came into the block of flats carrying a load of whiskey and tobacco products stolen from behind the shop counter.
It was really horrible, they kept shouting at me 'where is it!' and 'we WILL find it', my support worker was no where to be fucking seen (homeless young persons housing set up, we all had support workers)... then when they found nothing they all shambled out leaving my door hanging off and the flat absolutely bollocksed and stuff broken all over the place.
The later shift, who i had directly spoken to did come back and apologise - somewhere along the line a neighbours report that they'd maybe seen someone run into my block or later into the side street beside my block had been mismatched with my address for the official statement, conclusions had been jumped to that shouldn't have been.
Still don't like people bashing really hard on doors to this day. Ugh.