The Last Day of My Weekly Allowance

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I remember the day I lost my weekly allowance as clearly as if it were yesterday. I was 10 years old.

Dad converted a bread truck into a camper complete with bunk beds on chains. I don't know how I ended up with the keys to that truck, or how I Iost them, but my Dad was clear;
"Find the keys or pay for the new truck starter with your allowance."

That warning came with a caution note; "If you find the keys later, I don't want to know." He was angry.

So, Dad replaced the starter to the truck and I now had to sell my comics to make money to support my word find book addiction.

A few weeks later as we sat down for breakfast, I pulled out the instant oatmeal box. Inside the box I heard a rattle and reaching into the box I pulled out..... a set of keys.

That's ok, I learned real young the value of a dollar and how to earn and saveon it. The moral of the story? Don't take keys to breakfast.

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