Unfiltered Story #212901

(All names in this story are changed. This took place in the 1940’s when my Great Uncle was four years old. His family didn’t have much money, but he was really wanting to try some candy. He came up with the great idea of taking his father’s pistol and robbing the candy store.)

Uncle: *holding up pistol* Good afternoon Ms. Dorris. I would like some candy, please.

Dorris: Alright, Joey. How about we make a deal? I’ll go ahead and give you that candy if you give me that gun.

Uncle: *happily hands over gun* Thank you very much Ms. Dorris!

(True to her word, Ms. Dorris gave my uncle a big bag of candy. She then tracked down his father, explained what happened, and returned the gun. My uncle received the worst beating of his whole life that night. Nowadays when he tells the story he gets a giant smile on his face and says that was the only time he had candy until he was adult, and it was worth every second of that beating.)