Pen is Mightier Indeed
It’s written that most every person has stolen something in their lives. It can be as simple as a box of paper clips or ink pens from work, but technically it’s still theft if it’s for personal use. Last week I wrote about my wife’s tendency to steal small furry rodents and I’ve stolen more than just a dime, (as I wrote about in this story), but this story is about stealing from me. I’ve had things stolen from me as a kid. On every occasion, every single time it happened, it ended up being someone I knew and trusted (at the time). I have a few of these short stories to share and am writing each one as they occurred in my childhood. In case you’re new to the site, my first exposure of a friend stealing from me was an attempted theft of a couple of coins way back when I was only 5 or 6 years old. Here’s the link
There might have been other times, but the next one I remember happened in 8th grade at school; WJHS, Wilson Junior High School. I’ve written a few stories mentioning junior high and overall, I’d have to say that they were my most fun years at school, (except maybe for sixth grade). Continue reading
