Yeah I Stole, Never Got Caught

I was a bad kid growing up. I was sneaky and greedy. I stole for candy. I first started to steal from my dad's wallet. I would wake up early in the morning and my dad's wallet would be lying on the floor. I would only take a dollar out so he wouldn't notice. After school, I would treat myself to a Cactus Cooler or some sour candy apple thing a mabob.
Soon after, I decided to step up my game. Since our daycare was on school grounds, I could sneak up to my classroom to search for change in the teacher's desk.
One day during class, a girl was playing with her dollar. The teacher saw this and forced her to give it up till class was over. Unfortunately for her, the teacher forgot to give the money back. I knew that was my next score. So once again, I snuck up the stairs, made sure I wasn't followed and crept into my dark classroom. Three seconds later, the janitor comes in and flips on the light! I barely ducked for cover under a desk. Lucky for me, he was only picking up the trash. The door closes and I rushed to the desk, grab the girl's money and booked it downstairs to safety. My heart was beating, my adrenaline pumping, I felt the rush of mischief.

The last time I stole was the funniest and the saddest. We were in the 2nd grade and it was movie day. The day where teachers decide they are not going to stand in front of the kids and just "grade homework". Sitting by me was a young boy named William. He had a big head and little body. William had brought with him a crisp $5 bill. He had it on his desk in all it's glory. I possessed in my pocket a $1 bill that I acquired from my father's wallet earlier that morning. William decided to go to the bathroom, leaving his $5 bill behind. The temptation was too great. As he exited the room, I pulled my dollar quickly out of my pocket and make a quick Switch-a-Roo.
I was $4 richer in a few mere seconds.
William arrives back at his desk, feeling more refreshed than ever, only to find his treasure missing- No, Replaced! He calls out to the Teacher, crying " MY $5! It's gone!" She sees the dollar sitting on the desk and says, "Oh Will, it's right here. And it's not $5, it's just a dollar. You probably only thought you had a $5 bill...it's okay sweetie." William tried with his whole heart to petition his sound belief that it was really a $5 he had, but was silenced by the teacher's motion; her finger to the lips. He knew it all too well. He had lost the battle and lost the treasure.
The moment of sadness I had felt was muffled by the knowledge that if I were to return the money, I would suffer MAJOR consequences.
I decided not to keep the money for myself but to share the wealth with my poor friends. We bought all the candy and soda our hearts ever desired. Remorse was overshadowed by my spoils.

Looking back, I don't know how this rampage of thievery ever started. My parents had taught me how to be a good and honest child. I had swept their teachings and my integrity to the wind, all for a tasty Cactus Cooler and maybe a Sour Candy.
Today, I still am challenged with the temptation to be deceitful. As I look back at my youth, I see there is a better way. I also see that there will be real repercussions for being dishonest.
All in all, I guess I'm glad I got that evil doing out of my system early enough to resist the temptation to knock off a 7-11.