THE BURIED BOX
The first incident in this frank story happened when I was given a bicycle generator light for my
birthday. When I tried to put the light on my handle bars I tightened the too tightly and the light
broke. I walked down to Firestones' on Washing Blvd in Ogden, and stole one. It's too bad I wasn’t
caught, or I might have realized the seriousness of stealing. I thought I had unearthed a way to save
money. By the time I neighborhood boys and I were stealing almost anything we wanted. When I was
eleven we began breaking in stores and buildings at night.
Shortly after I was eleven years old, two other boys and I broke into a Mortuary. The expensive
things we pilfered from the mortuary constituted fishing real, a watch and a portable radio.
The next day the chunk boy from the mortuary robbery, while on his way to school, started working
stopped at a used car dealer's office gained entry by breaking a back door window and was cornered by
a police dog.
Later that day a police officer came to my house and I slipped out the back door. In a state of panic
decided to dispose of the stolen good gods I had collected. Being boyish be put everything in a wooden
box and place it in a deep hole I dug. T I decide to fill the hole up until I got the pressure of the law off
Back. I was gradually becoming the kind of a boy my mother didn't want me to play with. But, we
moved out of town before I became one hundred per cent riff raff. My new child hood friends were
amazingly different. With the influence that these new friends had on me. I was soon soothed of no
memories of stealing I am glad to be able to say this for many reasons, the most important being I am a
B.Y.U. student.
To be continued...
KARL WALLACE
To read more Karl Wallace stories go to: drkarlwallace@gmail.com
The first incident in this frank story happened when I was given a bicycle generator light for my
birthday. When I tried to put the light on my handle bars I tightened the too tightly and the light
broke. I walked down to Firestones' on Washing Blvd in Ogden, and stole one. It's too bad I wasn’t
caught, or I might have realized the seriousness of stealing. I thought I had unearthed a way to save
money. By the time I neighborhood boys and I were stealing almost anything we wanted. When I was
eleven we began breaking in stores and buildings at night.
Shortly after I was eleven years old, two other boys and I broke into a Mortuary. The expensive
things we pilfered from the mortuary constituted fishing real, a watch and a portable radio.
The next day the chunk boy from the mortuary robbery, while on his way to school, started working
stopped at a used car dealer's office gained entry by breaking a back door window and was cornered by
a police dog.
Later that day a police officer came to my house and I slipped out the back door. In a state of panic
decided to dispose of the stolen good gods I had collected. Being boyish be put everything in a wooden
box and place it in a deep hole I dug. T I decide to fill the hole up until I got the pressure of the law off
Back. I was gradually becoming the kind of a boy my mother didn't want me to play with. But, we
moved out of town before I became one hundred per cent riff raff. My new child hood friends were
amazingly different. With the influence that these new friends had on me. I was soon soothed of no
memories of stealing I am glad to be able to say this for many reasons, the most important being I am a
B.Y.U. student.
To be continued...
KARL WALLACE
To read more Karl Wallace stories go to: drkarlwallace@gmail.com
