In my hometown we kids loved the season of watermelons. We all had a mean steak in us and we had to steal as many watermelons as we could each night. There were plenty patches and we knew where they were all at. We weren't greedy, we took only what we could eat each excursion. The farmers knew we were stealing from them but we didn't know it. "An oil which was a laxative was our worse enemy and it came down on us at least once a week but we stole...