I Consider Throwing Rocks At Their Windows

My bike stealing story is a bit of a tear-jerker. So grab the tissues before it's too late.

As a child I had a glorious pink and purple plastic bike. I would ride it every day. Then one day around clean-up* time I left my bike under our seat on our veranda, very far away from the edge of the road (where people leave their junk piles). And someone IN MY STREET took the bike. I know they took it, because I saw my bike, sans wheels sitting on their pile for clean-up. I cried when I saw it on their pile. I was about 4 years old. That bike was my world.

The people still live in my street, 17 years later, and sometimes I consider throwing rocks at their windows when I'm walking by.


*I don't know if you guys have clean-up (C & C note: the author is from down under). It's when you get to put all your crap that you don’t regularly throw out cos it's too big (like chairs, or sofas, or broken TVs, or whatever shit around your house that you don't want really), and you put it in a pile on the side of the road at the front of your house, and the government picks it up for free. :)

Each suburb has a designated few days when it occurs, about a week before people start putting all their stuff out in a pile. People will often go around an area that has a clean-up occurring and go through the junk, sometimes if someone is moving they will put out perfectly good stuff. And as the saying goes, one man’s trash is another man's treasure!

Unfortunately someone took something from my house that was not on the pile, it was nowhere near the pile. It was in off the street by like 50 metres, at least.

- Jebbie