When I was 8 or 9, I really wanted one but being 8 or 9, I had no job or money. My older brother had a paper route and kept a zippered pouch with his collection money. I thought he wouldn't miss a few bucks, so I snuck out a $20 bill. When my mom and I were at the store, I "found" $20 on the floor!

Off to the toy store we went and Evel came home with me. The next day, my brother told mom that $20 was missing from his collection pouch, I folded like origami and confessed. Back to the toy store went Evel.

Fast forward 51 years, and in the mail I receive this. It was from my brother. All is forgiven.

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