Did you steal as a child?

LOL!! Yes! One summer, when I was 9, a friend and I went on a crime spree at Shop Ez! We stole and stole and stole. Mostly candy. However, one time we saw someone buy some rolling papers. We didn’t know what they were for, but we thought they’d make great spy notes (we were spies as well as thieves at that time.) So we stole some. No small feat, considering they were kept behind the counter.
Then my bratty little sisters got ahold of them and the fight was on. Dad came up to break it up. He saw what they had and got pissed! He demanded to know who had sold them to me! He was gonna take the guy’s job! I didn’t want the guy to lose his job so I….confessed.
Well, Dad said I had to take them back. With “tears” in his eyes, and with a little sob in his voice he said he’d go with me and beg them not to throw me in jail. I was scared shitless! I didn’t steal another thing until I was 17.

Only girls hearts…shhumbody stop me!

I stole exactly once. My mother found out in the parking lot. It had not occurred to me at the time that I should hide the item that I had taken, so it was easy for her to spot. We went back into the store and I returned it to the cashier with an apology.

No never, one of my friends stole from my father when i was in 6th grade, I was so incredibly surprised and flabbergasted, she denied it and denied it, but finally caved in. What surprised me on top of the stealing was her ability to blatantly lie… it was never something that occurred to me.

I stole my sisters barbie dolls… to remove their heads, stick a firecracker inside, run like hell just in time to watch barbie blow her top. Then I’d return them without saying a word.

So it was more borrowing, than really stealing.

I remember stealing a goat from my neighbor when I was 8. I wanted it to be my pet. Then I realized that I was stupid and couldn’t possibly keep it hidden from my parents, so I just put it back in it’s pen sneakily. I wasn’t too bad of a child.

No. Stealing wasn’t really my thing.

I was more interested in exploring as far away from my house as I could get. Friends and I would sneak into buildings a lot.

I made my first heist at the age of 3. I stole a few small toys from a neighbor kid. I almost got caught. I was scared and I know that what I did was wrong. What interests me most is that at that early age I knew right from wrong. How did I learn that? No one taught it to me.

From age 10 through 12 or so, I stole earrings and trinkets from flea markets—I didn’t care for the things I stole, I just liked the feeling of having one up on someone else. The biggest thing I stole was a purse—I put all my things from my old purse into the new, and left the old on the rack.

I stopped when I realized I never forgot what I stole—I still have a few earrings, 35 years later, and still remember exactly how I took them! Anytime I looked at my ‘loot,’ I’d always remember it wasn’t taken honestly and realized the constant reminder from my conscience wasn’t worth it.

A friend and I stole some pot from a party one time, and it turned out to be laced with PCP. That was the end of that.

When I was 14, I worked in a greeting card/gift shop. Right by the register, we sold these individually wrapped chocolate candies, and every cashier in the place stole them constantly. Keychains, too. Since we didn’t have computerized registers back then, all you had to do was open the drawer and rattle some change around to make it sound like you were paying for them. One day, I saw my assistant manager walk out of the shop with a whole load of stuff she stole to give as Christmas presents. Seeing the enormity of her theft really shocked me, and keeping the secret was a killer. Shortly after that, someone stole $200.00 from a register, during I shift that I wasn’t even working, and I felt so guilty! Just by association, I guess. I never stole another thing. On purpose, anyway. As an adult, I once stole a newspaper by accident, and I was guilt-ridden.

I became quite adept at nicking comic books when I was in the 4th or 5th grade…back when comics were $.12 an issue ($.25 for the “80 Page Giant”). My criminal pursuit was short lived after a big kid spotted me and chased me out of the store and down the street.

Never been so scared in my life! I ducked that kid a long time fearing he would turn me in.

Yes, I did. And I still remember a time I got caught by my father. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. It sticks with me to this day.

I stole a packet of sweets once but never again. I felt so guilty for doing it that it just wasn’t worth it for me!!!

@mambo You stole a goat? ROFLLL!!!!

When my friend and I were on our crime spree, we stole Twinkies once. Then we sat by the side of the building and crammed them down our throats to get rid of the evidence. I’ve never liked Twinkies since. But…it didn’t stop us from stealing that summer.

Then I got busted. The next time I stole something it was from Cricket Alley. I was 17 or so. I took a pretty, multi colored braided leather belt into the dressing room, along with a bunch of other clothes. I then ran the belt down my leg, under my jeans, and walked out with it. The really BAD part was, a couple of weeks later one of the braids broke. I actually took the belt back to the store and demanded a replacement! Why did I do this? I have NO clue. But…after that, I made a conscious decision to be honest and dependable and all kinds of other good stuff, and I’ve lived up to it.

It crossed my mind a few times but I never did. And I don’t recommend you make a habit of it. Getting caught could ruin your chances of getting into some prestigious schools or getting hired by respectable jobs. The law is in place for a reason. The owners of small businesses are struggling and it’s wrong to take from them.

Nope. I was waaaay to scared and straight laced to ever try anything like that. My son did exactly what @muppetish did and I did what his mother did. Back to the store. Paid for it (he had opened the package) and apologise.

Yes. My friend told me to steel from the local shop. So I walked in, picked up some glitter (I was 12) and put it in my pocket. It was so easy, I was pretty pleased with myself. The next day I went in and the owner come up to me and said “so L, don’t you want any glitter today”. I was mortified. Big lesson for a little silly girl.