Confession Time

I just watched a YouTube video about high sugar drinks we had as kids.  It brought back a sin from the past. 

I have a confession to make. 

Some time between 2007 and 2010 I was working really late and saw one of these babies in the work fridge:

A red Fruit Barrel.  I stole it and drank it right there.  I actually still feel bad about it.  It wasn’t even as good as I had remembered, but it might have just been tainted by sin. 

That’s the only time I ever took something from the office fridge.  Also one of only two times I can even think that I stole something and felt bad about it.  Well, wait, I did take a traffic cone in college but I actually DID feel bad about it and “gave it back.”

The other time I was like super young.  Like kindergarten-ageish.  Mom found me playing with a little plastic furskin figurine.  It was probably from a McDonald’s type meal.  She asked me where I got it and I “got it” at daycare.  She told me that was STEALING.  I still feel bad about that one too.

Also, holy SHIT!  FURSKIN! I’ve thought about my little furskin with his list boot for like 4 decades and couldn’t ever remember what they were called!  This guy:

I got him for Christmas and very promptly lost his boot.  I was distraught while we looked at Christmas lights! I LOST HIS BOOT!

Lot of trauma with me and Furskins, apparently.  Also, I’m laughing that it came from Wendy’s.  Cause we also had the little Rhonda and Randy Reindeer from Wendy’s.  Did Wendy’s just have amazing toys in the 80s?

Also furskin is literally fur+skin which is weird.  And that boot wasn’t held on with anything.  Just a freaking plastic tube on his leg.  You can’t expect my 4 year old self to not lose that.  God, I was so upset about that boot. 

I thought you didn’t form memories until you were 5?  If that guy was really from 1986, that would make me 4.  I was in the back passenger side of the car while we looked at Christmas lights and I realized he was missing a boot and was crying.  BECAUSE HE LOST HIS BOOT!