The Accidental Criminal

The Accidental Criminal

  My father was anything but a boring child and teen, from accidentally burning mountains to blowing up canned beans in a fire to having a wanted sign and reward out for him. The countless amount of stories I have heard from him capture his younger essence and rather rebellious side, making him that much more fun now. Of Course he grew older, became more cautious and soft, but the stories never lost the excitement.

One particular story that I find thrilling still to this day, from the first time he told me when i was little, is the story of being “wanted” unknowingly. The story begins with him and his friend deciding to go to one of the car junk yards when they had nothing to do, a brisk October evening in a small town near the Kootenays. They didn’t intend on being destructive but it didn’t come to mind that these cars still had value anymore, so they both picked up a pipe laying on the dirt floor and started swinging, first just the exterior of the cars, then the windows and then just anything. Again, the boys didn’t think they would be punished because it was technically junk sitting in a yard. Only later, days after the destructive event took place, did they find out that they had destroyed cars that the owner could have profited from.

They were starting their long walk home when one of my grandpas friends (my dad’s dad) was driving past and offered them a ride and he would drop them off on his way to his junkyard. Once the boys got in the vehicle, Dave started the conversation about how his junkyard was vandalized and how upset and mad he was that his cars got demolished by some pipe. He made it clear he didn’t know who it was, but when he found out he would immediately turn them in and was even thinking of putting out a reward to find the persons who did it. The boys were silent for the rest of the ride until getting dropped off and panicking with each other of what would happen if it was ever found out to be them. They went their separate ways home and slept a sleepless night.

Nearly 3 days later, my dad’s friend (who’s name i don’t recall) went to their general store to find a wanted sign out for the person of the vandalism in his junkyard with a $500 reward for the individual who turned in the persons. After informing my dad about the reward they promised to his day to never speak of the event and remain anonymous, and it worked. The only ones that know the story are the children of the boys years later after the reward was mostly likely retracted.