I may (or may not) have unwittingly been involved in a burglary as a child.
I was out playing with a mate, when I was about eight years old.
A van pulled up with his older brother and some mates in, they asked us to come and help with something, so in we jumped.
They drove us to a house and explained that it belonged to the parents of one of them, but they were away on holiday and he was locked out. They needed one of us, with our skinny arms, to reach through the letterbox and unlock the door. It turned out that my arms were thin enough and long enough to manage this.
In they went, they rewarded us with some biscuits and off we went to play again.
It was only years later when telling this story that someone pointed out to me that it probably wasn't their house.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Wed 4 Sep 2013, 11:21, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

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( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 4 Sep 2013, 11:23, Reply)