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.