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Who Should Be Convicted For Life For A Heinous Crime

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I can remember the first time ever stealing candy from my grandmother’s candy store. I grabbed a handful of green apple tootsie rolls, the tiny ones; my grandmother only charged two cents for. I had enough to last me all day at school at least I thought I did. The elution of having all of eight green apple tootsie rolls in the palm of my tiny hand excited me about the rest of the day. My grandmother would yell from her room, “hurry up and get ready before you miss breakfast at school” little did she know I was fully dressed and scurrying out the door so that I wouldn’t be caught with the candy. As I headed out the door yelling back,” bye grandma, love you” a guilty feeling rushed all over my body. I felt like a criminal who should be convicted for life for a heinous crime that I had committed. My grandparents owned and operated a successful candy store from their home. They sold everything from chips, candy bars, soda to homemade cheeseburgers, hot pockets, and doughnuts, which were my favorite. This wouldn’t be the last time I made off with snacks or food without asking even though I knew my grandmother would give me anything I asked for had I asked. Family reunion time was the best. We celebrated the life of our family each year in July rather we missed one another or not. Our gathering together to swap stories, play games and eat could be compared to a weekend at the state fair. I mainly appreciated this time because of the food. My grandmother was the cook of the

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