Stealing
I’m sure a lot of people have stolen something in their life. For many, it was a rite of passage to shoplift something during middle school/high school. I didn’t shoplift. But I can remember stealing something. I must have been about 4 or 5 years old. My mother and I were at a friend’s house. The friend had a jewelry box with lots of jewels glued on the top and I thought it was the most beautiful thing. I wanted it. So before we left, I secretly picked off one of the glued down jewels and put it in my pocket. And I remember knowing what I was doing was bad and I felt guilty. I think I hid the jewel somewhere in my room. I probably forgot about it. But I still remember the feeling I had knowing I did something wrong. The only other thing I remember stealing was mom’s cigarettes and alcohol. You know, take some vodka and replace it with water. Dumb ass.
I so happy you confessed. I am sure you feel better to get that off your chest! I stole a small little staple from the five and dime store. It cost 98 cents. I believe you are the first one I told.
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That’s a universal experience and is part of growing up. We develop a conscience and feel rightly guilty for doing certain things. But lessons are learned and we become stronger for it.
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