On the whole, I’m a pretty straight kinda gal, a regular law-abiding citizen – so you might be shocked that I wish I had stolen quite a few things throughout my life.
Strong words considering I’ve never even so much as shoplifted a bag of lollies, and, I’m the sort that will speak up and give back the extra when I realise I’ve been given too much change (I must confess: I don’t always realise though … maths was never my strong point!).
So what are the things that I wish I had stolen? Why did I want to steal them? Were they valuable?
The jewellery might have been worth something, as jewellery sometimes is. But other than that, these items weren’t at all precious, except to a handful of people – and then only for sentimental reasons.
What I wish I had done differently, what I really regret, is that I didn’t steal family memorabilia from my mother before our final falling out. I wish I had stolen as many family photos as possible, “borrowed” my mother’s handwritten recipe book permanently, and smuggled jewellery home with me.
Lost Forever
Inside the covers of that tatty old recipe book, were the secrets to some of my favourite dishes. From my grandmother’s awesome jam tart, to a casserole I have strong memories of. Unfortunately, I don’t remember what the casserole was actually called – veal casserole rings a bell, but as I don’t even like veal these days, I can’t help wondering if my memory is playing tricks on me! It was a hearty winter warmer of a dish, with sliced potatoes on top, and I’m pretty sure it had a can of vegetable soup in it. I remember the peas – normally I hate peas, but these were quite mushy and yummy!
How I Wish I Had Stolen Jewellery!
I will never know what happened to the pretty gold locket with the red gem, that I used to wear with my Sunday best when I was a kid … it was my Mum’s when she was a girl. Or her marcasite watch. Oh, and what about mum’s FOUR (yes, you read that right!) sets of wedding and engagement rings? There could have been one set put aside for each of her children!
I can still picture the huge plastic box that mum kept our family photos in, along with report cards and other keepsakes. I Must Confess: I *did* pinch a few photos at one stage after I’d left home, ones that were particularly special to me. How I wish now that I’d stolen more!
Where are all these things today? So precious to me (and my siblings), but just rubbish to anybody else. Maybe they got thrown out. Maybe mum burned them in a fit of rage.
If I had known what the future held, that I would never see them again, I would definitely have stolen them. Because now they are lost to me forever.
Now that I’ve confessed that I wish I had been a thief … is there anything that you wish you had done differently in your life?!
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