this morning, tommy and i somehow got on the topic of when my house got robbed back in the day. my family had a condo in Florida and we were going down for 2 weeks during the holidays. I can’t remember exactly what age i was, but definitely in the 5-8 range.
i have told tommy this story so many times, but for some reason, i keep telling it. long story short: my family went down to Florida, my sister literally gave the keys to her friends and said, "hang out at the crib.” — him and i were cracking tf up.
when we got home —> basically what happened is that they took like..so many things. my brother and i were collecting quarters and putting them into the giant water jugs, so we could save to go to disney. we must of had (and i’m not kidding) 3 water jugs filled with quarters. i’m sure you can infer that those were taken. my moms jewelry, along with our home videos and pictures?? this one i never understood, and think it’s incredibly odd.
my parents were so incredibly upset with her… like tbh as they should of been. it was so insane of her to give the keys to people? it’s so ridiculous, that it’s funny.
looking back, i think all she wanted was to fit in. not sure how giving the keys to our house for her friends to hang out at while we were gone was the way to their hearts, but she always struggled fitting in. she was always called ‘the sick girl.’ i hate that so much. kids can be so mean.
so quick FYI, this story takes a turn. one of the kids that stole from us and i don’t know how to put this lightly, but a week later, ended up crashing into a tree and didn’t make it. so incredibly horrible. not sure what else to say about that, so i’ll just leave that there.
we never got our quarters back.
thanks for reading,
lex