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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Jim Dale, post: 4509658, member: 100459&quot;]When I was 13, we lived in a small town in Indiana.&nbsp; One day, my mother asked me to get her purse for her.&nbsp; When I picked it up, I saw a silver dollar. I was not a bad kid, but I took the silver dollar from her purse.&nbsp; She never said anything, mainly because I had never, ever done anything like this.&nbsp; I didn&#039;t know the value, other than I thought one dollar was a lot of money in 1959.&nbsp; One day, after school, I stopped at a local store and bought some candy with the silver dollar.&nbsp; I hid the candy when I got home. My mother came to my room and asked me if I liked the candy I bought. I knew I was trapped, I just didn&#039;t know how she knew.&nbsp; It seems that my mother went to school with the owner of the store and he called her to let her know that I bought some candy with a silver dollar.&nbsp; He returned the silver dollar to my mother.&nbsp; I never got a chance to get a bit from my candy hoard, but my siblings got it.&nbsp; I never, ever, stole anything again.&nbsp; I&#039;m just glad my father was in Korea in the army.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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