There is one other thing I remember from my school days, Grade 7, with friend Cathy. She and I went to Sayvette, a discount department store, which closed its doors many moons ago.
I mentioned in a previous blog that Cathy was maturing physically at a rate unmatched by her schoolmates, me included. I don’t remember if the intention was to go to Sayvette and steal something, or if Cathy just needed a new bra.
My prepubescent buds were treated to a bra I didn’t need, and was “hidden” under my shirt as we made our way to the exit.
My new Mom, D, when she discovered this bra in my possession, stated that I was precocious. I’d no clue what that meant and suspect this may have been a conversation I overheard rather than a direct interaction, though she was pretty practical so maybe a direct hit. Dictionary at the ready to find out what that meant.
I don’t recall anyone asking me where I got the money to pay for a new bra. The 5-finger discount!
Why we didn’t get caught is anyone’s guess. My first time stealing, so not exactly a career criminal. I admit I did steal again which shamed me so much at the time, it never happened again. Blissfully I don’t remember what it was or when it was but still, it’s a memory I wish I didn’t have at all. Translated means I wish I’d never done it in the first place. As my father stated, I’m not a good liar (really?) because I have a conscience (true!) Guilt is a nasty bedfellow!