I was with my grandma when I was seven.
The year was 1944.
We were shopping in the corner store.
I was eyeing a big fat carrot while she was buying other things.
FIVE CENTS A POUND was the sign on the bin.
My hand reached in.
Grandma sighed and smiled at me.
I looked up at her sheepishly;
I had taken a bite, and she had to pay the grocer.