Stealing. Twice. The first time was when I was 6. There was a new kind of toys that was popular among the children. I wished I had one too, so one night when everyone was gathering in one room, I secretly went to another room and took the money out of my mom’s purse. I got the toys but I didn’t know how to play :p Anyway, somehow my mom found out, and that night I got a hell of a lecture.
The second time was 4 years later. I had vowed not to steal again, but this time there was another game. I tried to save every penny I could find for it. But by the time the game was about to be sold out I still had some more money left ahead of me. I had to resort to stealing again. This time I got the money from a drawer. I knew it was of litte value for my dad and he was like abandoning it, but stealing is stealing right?