During Christmas vacation, when I was 13, I spent just about every day with my friend Roger. We were into building forts in the woods. We had gathered several oak conference tables from a dump near where we were building our fort and after assembling them into a majestic work of art, we went to the local grocery store to get some food to stock them with. We didn’t have any money so we stole some chicken meat and returned to the fort to cook it.
I don’t know how she found out but Roger’s older sister Diane, who was 19, found out what we had done and was waiting for us at our fort when we returned. When Diane confronted us with the facts, we knew we were in for it.