Thou Shalt Not Steal (and other things I taught my brother the hard way)

When I was seven my parents rented out our house in the city, and we moved to Newark, NY to manage a motel. I think we stayed for about six months. I never finished first grade in the city, and we left halfway through second grade to come back home. So we basically lived there for the summer and fall.

The motel was on a busy highway and there wasn't much for my brother, who was 3 1/2, and I to do. There was a grocery store next to the motel, but you had to cut through tall weeds to get there. One day my mom walked with my brother and I to the store.

As we were getting ready to check out I spotted Tiny Size Chicklets.

I loved them.
I wanted them.
I had to have them.

"Mom, Charlie wants this gum." I figured if I said it was for him she might say yes.

"He doesn't need gum," she said.

While she turned around to pay, I folded the packet of gum up and shoved it in Charlie's back pocket. He didn't have a clue what was happening.

We walked all the way back to the motel, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on my gum. I was trying to decide if I should eat one piece at a time or dump the whole packet in my mouth, when my mom stopped walking.

"Charlie, what's in your back pocket?"

Charlie spun in circles trying to look.

My mom pulled out the gum. My beloved Tiny Size Chicklets were slowly slipping away.

"Did you steal this?" she asked Charlie. He didn't say anything. "I can't believe you took this!" she said.

I was home free.

I shook my head in disgust at Charlie. "How could you?"

My mom marched us back to the store and made Charlie give the gum to the manager and apologize. I don't think she ever found out I was the one who put it in his pocket.
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Thou Shalt Not Steal (and other things I taught my brother the hard way)

When I was seven my parents rented out our house in the city, and we moved to Newark, NY to manage a motel. I think we stayed for about six months. I never finished first grade in the city, and we left halfway through second grade to come back home. So we basically lived there for the summer and fall.

The motel was on a busy highway and there wasn't much for my brother, who was 3 1/2, and I to do. There was a grocery store next to the motel, but you had to cut through tall weeds to get there. One day my mom walked with my brother and I to the store.

As we were getting ready to check out I spotted Tiny Size Chicklets.

I loved them.
I wanted them.
I had to have them.

"Mom, Charlie wants this gum." I figured if I said it was for him she might say yes.

"He doesn't need gum," she said.

While she turned around to pay, I folded the packet of gum up and shoved it in Charlie's back pocket. He didn't have a clue what was happening.

We walked all the way back to the motel, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on my gum. I was trying to decide if I should eat one piece at a time or dump the whole packet in my mouth, when my mom stopped walking.

"Charlie, what's in your back pocket?"

Charlie spun in circles trying to look.

My mom pulled out the gum. My beloved Tiny Size Chicklets were slowly slipping away.

"Did you steal this?" she asked Charlie. He didn't say anything. "I can't believe you took this!" she said.

I was home free.

I shook my head in disgust at Charlie. "How could you?"

My mom marched us back to the store and made Charlie give the gum to the manager and apologize. I don't think she ever found out I was the one who put it in his pocket.
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