Criminal Confessions

My mom came to visit for a few days. I have always enjoyed listening to her stories, and she told me some good ones this time too.
She told me a story about when she was little and walked to and from school each day. Near her house lived a family who didn't have any children. My mom usually lagged behind her other brothers and sisters as they walked home. When the lady neighbor would see my mom, she would ask my mom if she would like a "peanut butter cracker." My mom would always accept and sit on the porch and eat the cracker. My mom pointed out that the lady only gave her ONE cracker square with peanut butter - I thought that was interesting - did the lady think one was enough for a little kid or was she being thrifty?
The other interesting part of the story is that my mom told me that if the people weren't home when she walked by, she'd go in their house and make herself a peanut butter cracker! I really laughed at that point. My mom said she didn't know what she would have done if they had come home while she was there. I told my mom that they must have known she had been there - surely she left evidence such as dirty utensils or crumbs.
After that story, I made a few confessions of my own - these happened when I was in elementary school
In my neighborhood, I found out that there was a family that had a push button phone - you know that kind that would go "beep-boop-bleep" as you pushed the buttons. Back then, most everyone had dial phones - you know the kind where you had to put your finger in the hole for the number and dial it around.
So a push button phone was a novelty. My friend and I discovered that these people were not home one day so we let ourselves in their back door, and we tried out the phone. That's all we did. It was cool, and then we left.
My next confession is about Faye, our next door neighbor. Faye had always been our next door neighbor, and she still lives in the same house in my old neighborhood even though my mom has now moved to a different part of town.
Whenever I would go to Faye's house - to tell her something for my mom or to sell something for school - she would come to the door and stand there and never invite me in. The fact that she didn't invite me in was no big deal; I didn't go in most of my neighbors' homes. But one day (probably when I was bored in the summer), I got a wild hair and decided I wanted to see the inside of her house. She had a one level house with a basement. The basement door had a fence around it for her dog. I climbed the dog fence and walked through her basement, up the stairs, and let myself in while she was at work. I don't remember a lot about that visit other than feeling sneaky and worrying that I might get caught. I don't remember being super-snoopy. I think I just walked through rooms and then left.
My mom wasn't shocked; she thought it was funny. I did a lot of other stupid, weird stuff as a kid.