My brother was talking to the boys about the incident with the candy and we came to find out that the younger one did not start the whole thing. Fact is, he showed his older brother that the candy was open, then the older brother ate some, so the younger one did so as well.

Just thought I would share that recently uncovered bit of information because I reported incorrectly

When I was kid I stole a piece of caramel from the Brach’s Pick-a-Mix stand at the grocery store. I got one for my sister as well (so as to ensure her complicity in my dastardyly deed).

We got to the car and loaded the groceries in. My mom had one of those old school station wagons with the wood paneling on the outside. I got her to agree to let me lay down in the very back part of the station wagon on the ride home.

As we got going, I opened up the celophane bit by crinkly bit so that I could eat the candy and dispose of the evidence. My mom, of course, heard the crinkle and demanded to know what I had.

I can’t remember if I denied it or not, but eventually I gave up the ghost. My sister (who is much smarter than I) had saved her candy until she got home, but quickly gave up the ghost and handed over her contraband. My mom turned the car around and took us back to the store.

Once we were there, she made us confess to the manager of the store and paid him for our stolen candy. He explained to us that if we steal it costs the store money and if enough people steal, then the store loses so much money that they can’t afford to keep paying people to come to work and those people won’t be able to feed their kids. By the time I left I’d convinced myself that I was responsible for the entire homeless population.

Thanks for the great story!