The first thing I bought was….

I was probably around four years old, living in Oakland CA. I had walked to the store right on the corner and bought a little baggy of candy. I felt like I was grown. I had found a quarter on the kitchen floor and I was asking my older brother, John, to take me to the store. He told me “to just go and don’t talk to no starngers or he would sock me.” I was satified with the item as long as it lasted, so about five mins. I felt that buying the candy was a good choice because everytime i would ask my brother for some of his candy, he would never give me any. I know my family structure played a huge part in me buying the candy Because John always had them. And he wouldn’t share so once I could get my own, I did. Plus since I was a girl my brother would tell me ” the store would’t sell it to me”, so I proved him wrong. LOL