Now that I've done me rant
I have recalled:
Being about 7 or 8 and allowed go to the shops with me older sister. On the way back we find a rolled up wad of notes. A woman is bustling to and from the flats and her car.
"Are these yours?" we cherubs inquire.
"Oh my... yes! Yes they are!" says she.
I might have changed the memory over the years, but she seemed very flustered. I reckon they weren't... thieving old biddy.

Down by a river in Welshland when I was about 14, my sister 17. Paddle paddle doo be doo... Oooh wassat under that tree in the roots and what not?
Frickin'! A case of those small bottles of French beer (that taste of piss) with a few missing. Obviously some kids from the local campsite have stashed them and are coming here of an evening to get merry.
Hmm... *yoink* !
With our parent's consent and aid as well. Yay!

We found a knife in a wood once. Just a crappy kitchen knife, but it was a find.

One time in the Forest of Dean (on the sculpture trail, just near the massive hanging stained glass window in the avenue of trees. You know the one?) elder sister and I found a load of pornos sitting there in the scrub. She nicked a load for her boyfriend (what the funk? she must have been 16). Took them home in the car rolled up inside her coat.
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:57, Reply)