Me. A young girl. In third or fourth grade. A girl scout. Loyal. True Blue. Until the day I did the unspeakable. I used my collected girl scout cookie money to purchase a pair of Vans tennis shoes.
My co-conspirator and I were walking, going door to door, dropping off pre-ordered cookies, collecting $1.oo dollar a box? money, and stuffing it into an over-sized protective envelope. The money was safe there. Until we thought we could use some. Spend it. On ourselves. Without anyone knowing. Just one pair of gotta have shoes, for each of us.
We browsed. Looked at the various colors. Simple colors. Original colors. Like black, grey, dark blue, light blue, and white. I chose not dark, but light blue. We walked out. Big smiles on our faces. New shoes on our feet.
The plan. I would tell my mom that her mom bought them for me. And she would tell her mom that my mom bought them for her. Seemed simple. Logical. No big deal.
How nice! My mom stated. I really must call. To say thank you.
Oh, no, don’t worry, I responded. I already told her.
I watched my mom count the cookie money. And then. That’s when. I knew. I had made a big mistake. Just as I was coming up with a new plan. A new explanation. My mom looked up at me. Just looked. She didn’t say a word. But I knew she knew. And boy did I feel guilty. And bad.
Well– I never spent my girl scout money- but I when I was young and sitting in the grocery cart, my mom would pull from the front of it (instead of push me) and each time we passed the cucumbers in the produce section, I would grab one, take a bite, and throw it back before anyone saw me do it.
Until I got caught with a mouthful of cucumber. I was about 3 or 4 and I had a LOT of explaining to do…and I remember crying out “I’m so sorry–they just looked so good!”
Never did that again. I was too scared and that look my mother gave me– I was so ashamed. My mom never pulled me in the cart again, she always pushed me after that! And I always felt guilty whenever we passed he cucumbers on subsequent trips. LOL.
I loved your story!! 🙂
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oh, my, gosh, duffee, that is hilarious! … and cucumbers, no doubt! 🙂
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I recognized that sinking feeling. Same one I felt when I used the candy sale money from my girl scout troop. Only took once to learn the lesson!
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yes, amy, definitely a lesson learned… i needed no lecturing after seeing my mom’s face…..
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As I was reading this story, I knew you were going to get caught, just waiting for it. We’ve all done things like that growing up. I remember a time or two “getting our stories straight” with my best friend. 😉
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part of learning and growing, linda….. part of what makes us who we are…… 🙂
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Oh that moment when you get caught… it’s worse not to get yelled at then when you do. Great story!
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so true, dani…. without thinking about it, that’s how i have dealt with my own kids and their mis-steps (my daughter once told me it’s worse if i am disappointed than if i yell…)
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What a confession. I can imagine that sinking feeling, that moment when the floor dropped out from under you and you were found out. Some how a person never forgets those moments.
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
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I bet you never did that again. 🙂
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never, never….. to this day, i love Vans…. still wear them… and i am always reminded of my rebel day… 🙂
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Bless, I can imagine that sinking feeling… Those things never leave you, no matter what you do to excise them 🙂
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thank goodness i have a kind mother…. she knew her look was enough to teach me a lesson….. 🙂
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Love this confession!
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a memory that just won’t let go, paula. 🙂
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not sure if i’d confess if i did it now… as a kid it seems so innocent, and forgive-able….
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I agree, that’s a great story! Thanks for sharing…but I gotta ask…Did Mom make you return the shoes?
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Now that you mention it, Loy, I can picture my dad in the tiny store with me, talking to the clerk, and me standing back, embarrassed.
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Oh my! You were a ‘brave’ little girl. And I remember my mom and ‘the look’!
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i don’t think i was feeling brave, i just wanted the shoes…. without really thinking about the fact i was stealing money, and that my parents would figure it out…. ( i am one of 11 children, and i figured they couldn’t afford to buy them, so i probably thought i was helping them out)… 🙂
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I kind of love this. The fact that you weren’t the perfect little girl scout. We used to make crank calls at our monthly meetings….
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oh, boy, that’s funny!
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You’re a wonderful story teller. I could picture it all.
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thank you, kay! 🙂
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