It was the winter when I turned 10. My mom and I were shopping at a local supermarket when a pair of shiny ceramic wall hooks caught my eyes.
Once mom agreed to include them in the bill, I put them in my jacket pocket, believing it to be a much more secure place than at the bottom of the shopping cart under piles of veggies.Moments later, while we were walking toward the parking lot, somehow, we discovered that I forgot to give money to the cashier at the checkout.
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