As we grow up most of us are taught the difference between right and wrong. We have a certain level of morals and values that we set for ourselves that we try not to fall below. When we are young though they may tend to be harder to follow. When I was 5 years old I learned firsthand that stealing was not acceptable and experienced the consequences of being caught. As young children we are all faced by the temptation to steal.
Five years old. At that point life is all about fun. School is a new adventure instead of a dreaded daily torture and the littlest things mean so much to you. Rolling down that small hill at grandmas is like rolling down Mount Everest, climbing trees all day is more appealing than doing grown up things like cleaning. Most of all twenty dollars is like a hundred to a kid at that age.
I was in the living room of our big two story house that sat overlooking a pond full of catfish, blue gills and salamanders. I was waiting for my grandma to roll up any minute in her 1969 Mercedes Benz convertible and take me shopping with her which always ended up being a good memory. It was just me and mom that day so grandma was taking me off her hands for a while so she could do her fun grown up things such as spring cleaning. Mom had been busy all day, so it would be nice to get out and away for a while. So I sat there on our big overstuffed maroon couch with different colors of flowers watching one of my favorite re-runs of Tom and Jerry.
I could hear the vacuum running in the background and smell the aroma of cleaning supplies such as Tilex and Murphy’s oil soap coming from the back of the hall. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, there sat the old fruit bowl on the tile counter along with a pitcher of sweet tea and ten dollars. Ten dollars?! I looked again. Man I thought to myself, I wonder if mom would notice if I slipped that into my wallet without asking? That’s just what I needed for my collection. I...