I got my first "grown up" bike for my 12th birthday and my mom told me to put it up because we were going to go have a birthday dinner out and when we got back it was gone. We were only gone for maybe a couple of hours and the Bike was behind our house inside the privacy fence so it couldn't have been seen and it was just up and gone like that. I think it scarred me for life. Now every time I get something I REALLY REALLY want theres always that little seed in the back of my head that it's not going to be there for long before somebody takes it from me.

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