1-An Idea * Grade five and my undeveloped frontal cortex. * Blame my undeveloped frontal cortex.
2-The Plan. * A crime for chocolate. * Simple and taken into action. * A brave soul in fear. * No consequences of my failure * Simple solution, Simple answer, and stupid regret.
3-Escape Plan. * An Exit. * The chance. * Sweet Escape.
5-A Lesson. * Can’t afford, earn and save.
It was back in grade five. I like to describe those times in my life as immature, seeking adventures that prompt adrenaline to flow through my undeveloped frontal cortex. It was also back in grade five that I learned the frontal cortex in males take more time to develop and is responsible for the maturation of an adult male. So the actions I will describe, I like to blame on my undeveloped frontal cortex. It was sometime during lunch hour when the idea of free candy popped into my mind.
I was to accomplish this by walking into the nearest grocery chain Food Basics, with a straight face that reflects no sign of guilt or as I believed would give any person the impression that I would be committing to my standers the biggest crime thus far, to steal the mouthwatering hazelnut filled chocolate wrapped in that valuable golden foil known as Ferrero Rocher. The cost at those times almost ten years back was one dollar twenty nine cents, which to a 10-year old who got a pocket allowance of eight dollars a week was an astonishing sum, to do the math approximately twenty percent of the allowance. Unfortunately I had spent every cent of that eight dollar. And the idea of slipping that small tri-pack chocolate into the big pockets of my West49 jacket seemed ever so simple and appealed to my senses. So I picked up the packet, walked down the aisle and did as planned putting most effort to
