ShopliftingWhen I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
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chthonic, Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
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Pre-teen rebellionAt the age on nine, I went to a CoE primary school. You know, the standard happy-clappy, god-bothery place with hymn practice after assembly.
At the age of nine, my mum finally allowed me to walk to the corner shop all by myself to buy sweeties.
One day, I noticed the penny-sweets in the shop: usually they are under the steely stare of the stern Indian lady, but today, she was not looking. "Hmm," I thought, "I can help myself and nobody will be any the wiser". Trembling with anticipation, I pick up a strawberry milk bottle sweet and shove it into my gob.
And then I remember what I learned at school. That stealing is wrong and makes God cry or something. I hurried from the shop and spat out my ill-gotten gain, disgusted with myself.
I have long since given up on God, but to this day, a penny sweet is all that I've stolen. I am so lame.
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Queen of Cheesecake, Thu 10 Jan 2008, 16:56,
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