One day when I was a child of about eight years old, I took my bike and rode it to the store down the road, Richard’s was the name of the store. When I was at the store I walked around and upon leaving, I stopped in front of the shelves of candy. The candy looked irresistible to me, but, I had no money. I asked the lady behind the register if I could have a bag, she looked at me and gave me a bag. I walked back over to the candy shelf, looked at the cashier, and I thought to myself, “good, she isn’t looking” and I then preceded to take candy from the shelf and stuff it in the bag she gave me. When I thought I had enough candy in my bag, I kind of hid the bag and rushed out the store door.
When I got home, it was dinner time, my Father was at the table eating and my Mother was also at the table talking to Dad
I sat at the table and hoping my parents wouldn’t notice what was in my bag, I put my crumpled bag on the table. I noticed my Mother had a strange, blank look on her face, she then took the bag and emptied all of it’s belongings on the table, there laying on the table all of my irresistible candy. I suddenly had this horrible feeling. She asked me, “Where did you get this?”. My Father was looking blankly at my candy on the table. I replied, ” At the store.”. My Mother said, “Oh, and you had money for all this candy?”. I felt like I committed a crime and said, ” No, I took it.”. I was afraid what my punishment was going to be. My Mother said, “You take this candy back to the store and tell Mr. Richards that you took this candy from his store.”. ” Okay.” I said.
I went back to the store with my bag of candy and came to Mr. Richards behind the meat counter. I looked up at him and said, Mr. Richards, I have something to tell you.”. “Yes, what is it?” I told him, ” I took a bag of candy from your store. Stole it.”. He told me, “I want you to sweep the store as punishment for stealing the candy.”. ” Okay.”. I replied.
While sweeping the old wooden floors, with a huge floor broom, that was taller than me man who walked past me said, “Wow! For a kid, you really know the meaning of work!”. ” Yeah.” I quietly replied and then I explained to him what had happened and I did learn a lesson. I never stole from a store again.