I Stole His Scooter One Winter Night

This is the first story my adopted son ever told me.

Two little boys in the village. They are the same age Andry was when he stole the scooter.

I had three friends. One of them, Sasha, was rich at that time with a big house and tractors and all different types of vehicles. To go to his house, you had to go straight and then high up the hill and to the right. Sasha had a scooter. Before school, I asked if I could have it but he said “No.” His father had…