<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Childhood on Og Maciel's Journal</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/tags/childhood/</link><description>Recent content in Childhood on Og Maciel's Journal</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://omaciel.github.io/tags/childhood/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Confessions of a Teenage Emblem Thief</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-12-02-confessions-of-a-teenage-emblem-thief/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-12-02-confessions-of-a-teenage-emblem-thief/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="confessions-of-a-teenage-emblem-thief"&gt;Confessions of a Teenage Emblem Thief&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="https://omaciel.github.io/images/confessions-of-a-teenage-emblem-thief-image-1.heic" alt=""&gt;“The Big Score” by Og Maciel&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was fourteen when I first heard about people who “harvested” car emblems for the thrill of it. Nobody in my small coastal town had even imagined such a thing—which, in my mind, meant I had the advantage of being the first to try. Over the next four or five months, I taught a handful of trusted friends the quiet finesse required to pry an emblem loose without leaving a scratch. I became something of a connoisseur, only going after the really special ones—novelty emblems, rare designs, or the irresistible shield-shaped badge on the Ford Del Rey Ghia. I could never have too many of those.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>