Tony Sales, 50
My heart thumped in my chest as I was lowered to the ground by a rope tied under my arms and around my chest.
Aged just seven, I was helping a 17-year-old I’d known all my life and his mates rob a pub.
After being dropped in through a hatch on the roof, I unlocked the front door to let them in.
‘Good lad,’ one of the men grinned.
They swiped $400 cash from the till, as well as beers and cigarettes.
‘Here you go,’ one said, handing me two bottles
