Maybe I was five years old. Not sure. Mother was buying fruit and vegetables at the greengrocers. I was standing outside. Back in those days, the price of the fruit was written on a plastic tag which was attached to a metal spike which was stuck into a piece of fruit. Very hygienic.
I idly pulled out a spike from a piece of fruit and stuck it back in. Did it again, but stuck it in a different spot. Next time, I stuck it in another piece of fruit. This is passing the time. Then the greengrocer yelled at me.
I was mortified, humiliated and embarrassed. The smart mouthed me wants to say that I learned a lesson, don't get caught. But I knew I had done wrong and that I had been told off good and proper. I learnt some sort of understanding about what is other people's property and you just can't do what you like to it, including to peaches in the greengrocers.
I can't recall now, but I expect all the greengrocer said was, 'hey, stop stabbing the fruit', in a very gruff tone. Mother was embarrassed too. I think I might have been popped into the freezer for the rest of the day and not spoken to. Mother most certainly did not say, Andrew, be a good boy and don't do that, or tell anyone about the nasty man who yelled at me.
There must be a hundred and one ways of bringing up children but approving or tolerating bad behaviour cannot be one of them. However, it seems I have such an old fashioned view of children.