OK...in my youth I had planned to be a bank robber. I wasn't able to accomplished my goal because my elders taught me not to touch anything that is not mine including that stupid one cent on the floor that doesn't belong to me but I had wanted it anyway. They "plant those cents" on the floor to tempt us, silly elders! then beat us with a thin bamboo stick at the back. Boy! did that hurt. And you thought getting your cell phone away for a few hours is parental abuse???? Now many years after and I have this "adult disease", you tell me a bank robber doesn't earn as much in a year???? It is pretty much like drumming it in your head for many years that coffee and chocolate are bad for you, then later on telling you they aren't??? Indian givers! i will have my almond cookies now please...:lol:
