When I was about eight years old, I had a wooden box that I filled with dirt. It was my own personal garden. I planted beans and other seeds and enjoyed watching my plants grow a little each day. One day, I went out to look at my garden and found that the entire box was gone. I asked everyone I knew and found out that a dog belonging to another child had died and that some of the boys in the neighborhood wanted a casket to bury the dog. They took and destroyed my garden and used the box as a casket. I still get angry whenever someone takes something that belongs to me.