I
still don’t know why I did it. Four-year-old
me was playing with my best friend Peter.
He showed me his brand-new magnet his dad had given him. It was huge: round and hockey puck-shaped. The best part was how much iron that would
stick to it as we rubbed it through the sand.
It was so cool, too cool; and I was completely mesmerized. But not to the point of stealing it. At least I didn’t think so until mom came to
pick me up and Peter wasn’t looking. It
wasn’t premeditated in the least. But
opportunity came knocking at that instance, and I did it without even
thinking about it. The moment I walked
out the door with the round bulge in my pocket, I knew I had made a big
mistake. I felt terrible, and the drive
home was black. Half way there, I pulled
out the magnet to show mom how cool it was.
She wasn’t as impressed as I thought she would be. The car wheeled right around, and we were
back to Peter’s in a jiffy so I could give it back. And I felt so much better!
LESSON
LEARNED: Stealing really stinks. Even four-year-olds know that.
FEEDBACK: WHAT EPISODE OF STEALING TAUGHT YOU
THAT IT STINKS? (YES, WE ALL HAVE ONE).
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