1/23/11: Anonymous

I gave him my sticker collection. The whole dang thing. We were waiting in the carpool line after school, and, for some reason, I thought his faux-hawk was irresistibly cool, so all my stickers left in his Power Rangers backpack.

My mom knew they were gone by that evening because I habitually counted my stickers every night.

"Hey, pumpkin, where'd all your stickers go?"

I started tearing up. And then I told her about the faux-hawk.

"Boys are no good when you're in 1st grade. I promise, you'll have plenty of time for them later."

He approached me the next day at recess and told me had a secret to tell me. I knew I should've run in the other direction, but I couldn't resist. He took me behind a tree (I should have smacked him for being so cliche) and his puckered lips started moving towards my face. They hit right in between my nose and mouth. Nice aim, dude.

He then proceeded to ask me if I had any more stickers at home, and if I could bring them for him tomorrow. And what do you know. I did. After I handed over the rest of my stickers, I don't think I talked to that kid for 3 more years.

So, if this story were to have a moral, it would be to be careful of thieving little boys because they will most likely be the maniac who steals your T.V. when you accidently leave the front door unlocked. Even though the latter has not happened, I thought it best to make it apart of the moral for the readers' safety. And, faux-hawk kid, don't you even try. My front door is always locked.