share your little boy/girl story.....
back in the 70s when i was maybe 6 or 7 my mom gave me money to go to the store to buy her cigarettes. so i hopped on my bike and away i went. when i got to the store and at the cashier i looked down and holy #$%^ i see a ten dollar bill (about 8 usd by todays exchange) that was a lot of money those days for a kid. so i pick it up and put it in my pocket..get back on my bike and ride home...when i got home i'm like mom!!! look what i found!!! i reach in my pocket and realized i had a hole in it (like all little boys didn't have one) 馃檮...i lost it...but i got back on my bike and retraced my path...lo and behold i found it on the street. giddy up!!! i put it on my dresser when i got back home...next day it was gone....it sucks having an older brother steel from you!!! bastard probably bought a months worth of pop rocks and jaw breakers 馃ぃ
