Kilda, I'm strong and you are listening to the Bridge Town Daily podcast.

It is a pleasure to be here with you today.

When I was about seven years old, I entered into the criminal world.

I started a stealing club.

Now it may sound kind of funny to you, but I was dead serious at seven.

I managed to co-house my poor younger cousin into joining a stealing club with me.

I was the the head man, so to speak.

It was the 90s, so it consisted of wearing those kind of floral bum bags.

I don't know if that's what you call them in the States.

Oh, I think you call them Fanny Packs.

We call them bum bags here.

And you know, around the waist, we'd go into dearies and we'd steal chocolate bars

and lollipops.

And then we would bolt down to the forest behind my house and we would eat them as quick

as we could.

And then of course, there's that whole scale of escalation thing.

It gets too easy to eat lollipops and chocolates.

So we started stealing my grandma's jewelry and of course, you know, seven-year-old has

no idea how to pawn off gold jewelry to anybody, so he bears it in the back yard.

Anyways, eventually, low and behold, I decided one day to push the limits.

And when my dad had taken me to the supermarket, I convinced my younger cousin, two takers,

bum bag with me, and we stole stuff.

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