Memory #109

Our fourth grade teacher gave us fake money as rewards, and each week, she would bring in garage sale items to auction off to the class. Our desks were arranged in groups, and each member had a job. I was the banker who saved everyone's money. There was the coolest coconut monkey bank that I had ever seen, and I wanted it so badly. As the bidding grew higher, Jenny and I were the only ones going back and forth over the bank. After I won by stealing money from my group's collection, Jenny stated, "Wow you have a lot of money!" I desperately wanted to bring the bank back to school and give it to her, but I could never bring myself to fess up. I have always felt bad.