The article humorously recounts an unexpected discovery of a wheelbarrow in the author's kitchen, leading to playful debates among family members about its fate. It evokes nostalgic memories of youth, where the author admits to past thefts of various items, reflecting on the impulsive nature of childhood and how these actions lacked meaningful purpose. The narrative explores the blurred lines of morality regarding ownership and the whimsical possibilities of repurposing the wheelbarrow, eventually ending with its idle presence in the front garden, a metaphor for unresolved actions and choices.
I suggested we put soil in it and plant vegetables, because that's what passes for moral guidance in my world. You can strip the fun out of any misdeed if you make the end result boring enough.
I don't know when it leaves you, the urge to pilfer things. I would never have stolen a thing with an (individual) owner... but when I was young I stole a fire bucket.
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