My life of crime has been well-documented on this blog here and here. Allow me to incriminate myself one more time.
In the 3rd grade, my then girlfriend (yes, girlfriend. I started early) told me she had overheard two boys on her bus talking about hiding their Yo-Yo in the bushes on the playground. I'm not sure why they would hide a Yo-Yo. Perhaps it was contraband at the school. But she told me the location and at recess, sure enough, we found a Duncan Butterfly Yo-Yo hidden there. So what did I do? I took it. Some kind of "finders keepers" logic I guess, but I do feel bad about it all these years later. Imagine those kids coming out, excited they were going to be able to play with their Yo-Yo and.. "Son of a?!" I still have it. It stares at me some nights. Okay, it doesn't, but I do feel guilty when I see it.
I found this "Jo Jo" at a sale today.