Hi Blogging Friends its Story Telling time again. Why not pop over to Sian's blog to find all those taking part.
As is my usual way, I have delved into my past and remembered an incident from when I was very young.
I was born at the beginning of ww2 and in a time of food rationing, sugar was particularly scarce, and remained so for quite a few years after the war.
Somehow my mother had got hold of some lump sugar, not the neat little cubes we see now but big irregular shapes, it was probably preserving sugar. She hid it at the back of the sideboard in the front room, we didn't often use this room so she thought it was safe.
I must have been about 6 or 7 and my brother 3 years younger. We discovered the sugary goodness and of course had to have a bit.
I would go back at regular intervals, over several weeks, and help myself to a lump, not knowing that my brother was doing the same. I suppose we thought just one lump didn't matter, no one would miss one lump.
You can imagine what happened. Mum came to use the sugar and by that time there was a big dent in the amount.
We got such a telling off and I felt so very very guilty, I knew that what I had done was wrong and promised never never to do anything like that again.