Well, I'll tell you I never stole any diapers or plastic pants. I thought about it a few times, but I was to chicken I guess? I did however find a pair of blue plastic pants at the curb one day. I spotted them and couldn't believe my good fortune! They were just like new. I was so paranoid picking them up, like candid camera was going to jump out and say, WE GOT YA! As far as I was concerned and my paranoia, I might as well have been grabbing them off a wash-line. At the very least I thought someone might have been looking out their window, no one was on the street at the time. I took them strait home, headed right for the basement, pulled off my pants and on they went, over my underwear. They were tight, but it didn't matter. It was great, I thought. I didn't keep them on long for fear someone would come in and catch me. I stashed them and put my pants back on. I went back for them a few times after, and would repeat trying them on. Sad ending, my chickeness came over me one day. My older sister was with me playing in the basement.I was so scared she was going to find them and think I was hiding them, that I thought (foolishly) if I made like I found them first and questioned where they might have come from, it would deflect an question I was hiding them for myself. Well it did, kind of. But now she grab them and took them right to my mother. Nothing more was made of them being found though, and mom put them in the trash. I never tied getting them back out, I don't really know why?
When I was older, my next door neighbor would hang cloth diapers and plastic pants out on the line. I would not have fit these by this time, but that's when I would think about stealing them. I didn't, mostly because I wouldn't have fit them.