This had to have occurred during the very late 1950s or more likely the early 60s, during my grade school years. A friend and I were walking to town. As I recall we were going to see a movie at one of two local cinemas. It was all but certainly Saturday or Sunday, since this occurred in bright sunshine. We made a brief stop under a ditch bridge to toss pebbles. A 'big kid' accosted us and took our funds. Some days or weeks later he appeared at our house accompanied by either a policeman or religious authority, apologized and returned the money.
Some years later, during a military tour of the Philippines (early 1970s), getting on a civilian bus in Manila someone stuck his / her hand into my rear pocket with the obvious intent to steal my wallet. The joke was on them. I always carry my wallet in a front pocket.
During the 80s someone tried to break into my military dorm room, but being indoors that wasn't in sunlight. (I found out years later that this was triggered by a fellow squadron member with a vendetta against me, thinking I had turned him in for drug use. (I did not, though I prepared the paperwork to discharge him, that being my job at the time as acting first sergeant.))
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