Every Sunday, the Kids Next Door Cleaned Up Our Neighborhood – Until I Discovered What They Were Really Doing

me.

“You opened it,” she said.

“I did.”

“Were you scared?”

“Yes.”

She nodded as though that was the correct answer.

Then she looked down.

“I thought maybe you would throw it away.”

“Why?”

“Adults throw away things when they think kids are making trouble.”

I crouched so we were closer to eye level.

“You were not making trouble.”

“We were hiding stuff in people’s continue reading …