I was 14 and had a little zip lock baggie of my college age brothers crappy weed. I buried it late at night at a mall parking lot garden spot as to not be near my house. I was paranoid the rest of that summer. I was sure they would find me.
LOL!
https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/opinions/1980/01/20/living-on-false-hope-in-a-turkish-prison/0226b871-7cd0-44de-83d7-19210770a357/