Tricycle Thief by patricia dillon First Memory writing prompt entry |
In my earliest memory, I was a tricycle thief!
The little boy next door had a tricycle - and I did not. That was the source of my envy. I would watch forlornly through the window as he tricycled up and down the street.
One day I saw my opportunity. He had gone indoors and left his tricycle on the pavement.
I slipped out the front door, which must have been open, seized the tricycle, and hoisted it up the steps to our flat. Soon I was in my element, tricycling around the living room.
My parents were horrified. I remember mutterings about the police. Despite my protests, they appropriated the tricycle and returned it to it's rightful owners.
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