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When I was about six or so, I remember vividly one day in early December. I can’t really remember much of anything else from my sixth year. After such a long, long, long, time, people and events and situations blend into a foggy soup of hazy impressions.

Still, this one day, remains very clear. I was home from school. By myself. My mom was at work. My brother was either still at school, or out with his friends.

This was the normal course of my life at the time. Growing up with a single-mom and a brother seven years older than yourself makes for a lot of time on your own. It means that you have to grow up fast and be responsible. And I did grow up fast and I was responsible—most of the time. On this particular day –not so much!

It all started with a knock at the door. It was a delivery man with a couple of big boxes from Eaton’s. I signed for the boxes with penmanship that has remained remarkably similar to what I am capable of scratching today. The delivery man, no doubt disappointed that a six-year-old knows nothing about tips, left me alone . . . with the boxes.

I knew that the boxes were most likely Christmas presents and I should probably have just forget they were there and go about my business, but something told me that there was a good chance that I could probably open the boxes and see what was inside of them and somehow get whatever was in the boxes back in the boxes with no one ever being the wiser.
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