This is a nice thing to say, thank you, and yes I think it's a nice memory to have.
I suppose my thieving ways don't speak very highly of me but, hey, I'm human and those who know me well know exactly what I am...as do I. I'm ok to retell this story of me as a nine year old and own it.
I recall the simplicity of those smalltown days, growing up in a place in which I had freedom and (almost) free reign. It was the sort of place fruit-borrowing (theft) by nine year olds was acceptable I guess. Or maybe tolerated.
Tedious. I'll own it.