To me, this is the kind of story you tell your grandkids or, in your and my case, our nephews and nieces one day.
Bless your mom and the greengrocer to let you grow up without the burden of 'having been caught' but make your own way. I dare say - it molded you, well.
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.