The great strawberry caper

It was all his idea of course. But being the older sibling I should have known better.

Once we knew that they were there, the temptation was too great.

Ripe strawberries just waiting for us. The plan was simple, get up early, go cross lots to the house up the street, and fill our buckets.

Oh the plans of the young and dumb, we were doomed.

Waking me up, “I think he must have stayed awake for most of the night, thinking on this heist” I momentarily had forgotten all about this boondoggle. This was the moment where I should have said “No, not doing it” but hindsight is and always will be 20/20.

We set off in the predawn light of a July Saturday. It only took five minutes or so to get to the neighbors strawberry patch.

Wasting no time, I began to fill my little plastic bucket. Trying to be quiet.

This is when it happened, my brother yelled “ Holy cow, look at the size of this one!” I tried in vain to shut him up.

Too late.

A door was opened, the old women yelling “hey you kids, get out of there!”

We where busted.