Ye Good Ole Days

Back in the day, Alec Richards and I were the most awesome kids at Linden Elementary. We started a business selling 25 cent toys. We'd knock the price up on the most common ones by a nickel or so. The rarest ones were sold for a whole dollar or more! We sold them throughout the Fourth and Fifth grade. Our teacher in fourth grade decided that she wanted to teach fifth grade so we were lucky and had her for two years in a row. During the course of the two years our business racked up around $50 or more. We used to keep the money in a safe in the clubhouse in Alec's backyard. We began admitting people to the club for a small fee. In the club we made comics, sold the 25 cent toys, gambled, and traded and sold pokemon cards. The money we made was kept in a small safe that only Alec and I knew the combonation to. On A Dark Rainy Night, when Alec's family was on vacation, a friend named Pierce and I broke into the clubhouse and took all the money. We placed it in a lightbulb box and buried it in my neighbor's backyard. To this day, we have not recovered the money.

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Wilson