It was yesterday and a half... and several years... probably a few days, too. To be specific, it was sometime in the past. I was younger.
My school’s annual “Secret Santa Shop” had just opened. There were some mini dinosaur erasers that I, for who knows why, had to have.
I asked my mom for some money. She told me to ask my dad.
So I decided to steal the money out of the coin tray of my brother's car.
There was enough to buy all of the erasers.
... which I did...
A little while after I got back from school that day, my brother threw my bedroom door open and started yelling, I don't remember exactly what.
I was busy counting my erasers.