To young to have 20 dollar bills, that's depressing

As I said in the last addition to this stressed and depressed life story 20 dollar bills were a unexpected problem.

I'd stolen enough of the smaller bills from the bus depot and ones thru tens weren't a problem. However I stoled a pack of 20's and the first one I tried to spend I got a bunch of questions about where did I get it, etc.

Lied my ass off and got it cashed but I learned to be much more careful in the future. I also never stole anything bigger than 10's in the future.

20's were a problem because kids my age just didin;t have that much money. Everyone in town knew my parents and knew they didn't have that much money that their kids would have twenty dollar bills to be spending.

Now you have to remember that this was the late 50's and you could buy a car that ran and ran well for 20 bucks. So it was a huge amount of money for a kid to have.

I got around the whole problem by going to the grocery store and buying bread, mild, etc. so they'd think my parents sent me to the store for those things. Then I never got questioned. Just a PITA to have to break it up that way.

I couldn't keep the money on me or in my house so I put it in a jar and buried it in my back yard. Then because I couldn't always get to that money I buried some more in a couple of other places.

IOn the end I had about 2000 dollars buried in three different places. I'd also learned that you couldn't spend much beyond what people expected you to have, ala the 20's. I also learned to keep my mouth shut and to never let anyone else know what I was doing or to brag about it.

So for a kid I had more money than I could safely spend. Lol, hell, I could have paid cash for a new car. Didn't dare but could have. ;)

BTW, the jar of money that was buried in my back yard is/was still there. When we finally moved I never had an opportunity to get it dug up. I got the other two but that one got left.

I do know that enough adrenaline can overcome depression because I never had a thought about my circumstances. the beatings I was still geting or any of the rest of it. At least until my uncle started showing up.