Stealing Candy

Just a nod to the past with a brief story from my life as a boy.

My first time stealing as a kid, my mother did something great which I hope she is proud of. She called the police on me, a small charming boy.She caught sight of me at a distance and yelled at me, I was terrified. I didn’t realize it then, but now I understand. At the age of 4, I had just taught myself that I had “stolen”. The loot in question didn’t contain anything too major, it was just mostly some candy from the local gas station.

To this day I can still remember the emotion I felt when I was 4 years old, as I tried to remain calm, but my mother saw through the guise and knew I was terrified because I had been caught red-handed. Bang bang. The blood was flowing.

She looked out towards the grass lawn behind us and saw that I had dropped the candy a few feet behind me. I was trying to hide the loot, but I had failed.

She walked me to the shop attendant and made me confess my sins. We called the police together, and they met us in our home. It was just two of them, they were nice men. I now know that they were somehow struck in awe as they remember their own children back home, and how cute it was that I was so scared. Trembling in my clothing.

They lectured me and I was frightened considerably. Then, they the adults, my mother and the two police officers, chit-chatted briefly as if friends. That night, everyone slept in their own bed, comfortably.

I learned a lesson, and everyone is happy to this day.


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