Stealing
When I was a kid, I wanted to be an adult. And when I was a kid, being an adult meant having money. Unlike some other kids, I didn’t receive an allowance from my parents. Instead, when I wanted or needed money, I had to ask my parents. My parents controlled all of the money in our house. So, in my small mind, money and adulthood were inextricably tangled. Imagine my excitement when I found an old, magenta-striped wallet in the garage. You can guess my thought process: adult = money, money = wallet. And now, I had a wallet…which I proceeded to carry around with me everywhere. I wasn’t satisfied for long. Carrying that old, grimy little wallet around with me for a couple of days made me feel like an adult for a little while. But what is a wallet without money? That’s right, I wanted a real adult wallet, filled to the point of bursting with important adult things like money, cards, IDs, business cards -- whatever they kept in there, I wanted it. I knew e...