I remember stealing a small amount of money from my mother’s purse, perhaps as much as fifty cents, but no more. I bought as many little heart-shaped candies as I could afford, and I went to the nearby park and slid them down a slippery dip to a girl who had snatched up my heart. I was so bursting with feeling that I told my mother all about it, and couldn’t understand then why I got in trouble. I suspect I was no younger than four and no older than seven.
-3 April 2015
This post is part of the I Remember series.