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.