1st degree burglary. Kids being kids.
Ok. Here’s a good’en. I got “molested” at the age of 12 in 1973, by the most beautiful 14yo girl I’ve ever seen before or since. Don’t know how I’ve managed to make it all these years without therapy after that terrible ordeal. Would I have done anything differently today? Yea, I’d have asked her to marry me right there, on the spot. She lived near my Grandmothers house and her family moved away a couple of years later. I sometimes wonder what happened to her and where she is.
That, and riding my bike to school....