Stamp collecting! What a wonderful hobby! I began when I was only five. I used to watch forthe postman's arrival, always eager to seize unwanted envelopes and tear off the corner with the stampstuck on it.Once – I remember it was too clearly – my mother and father were sunning themselves in thegarden when the post arrive on the doormat. I heard the clatter of the letter flap and hurriedly went to investigate. There were four or five envelope, all with very exciting stamps.4/5Even at the tender age of five I knew one doesn't open mail addressed to other people.However, tearing just the corners of the envelope struck me as perfectly fair and allowable, and justwhat I did. I carefully tore as nearby to the stamps as possible , feeling that even the envelopes,which were addressed to my parents and not to be, should be treated with respectThere were nothing furtive in what I did. I knew my parents would see what I'd done, and I didn'tthink there was any harm in it. They always let me remove the corners after they'd openedthem. Why should I think there was any harm in doing it first, keeping in mind that they weren't onhand to be consulted. Wouldn't they rather be left to doze in their summer deckchairs?Later, though, my father solemnly showed me his letters. They looked distinctly moth-eaten,with bites taken out of the corners and sites. I began to realize what I've done.
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