re: Good, tough-love from Dad

When i was about 8 years old my friend and I stole a few bucks worth of fireworks from a corner store near us. I told my brother and when he got mad at me for something random he told my dad.

Dad piled me into the car and drove me downtown to the police station where one of the officers put the fear of God in me. I didn't know that he knew the officer and called ahead to request the "lesson" but it certainly stuck with me.