My family had just moved to a new place when I was 13 years old....
We were poor and it took us awhile to get on our feet. So for my 13th birthday, I went into a convenience store, took a package of sweets and hid it in my bag and walked out as if nothing happened. When I got home, I invited a few people from my new school and had a Birthday party where I offered them the bag of sweets that I stole. I've been stealing food and cloths since and I haven't told anybody about this before. All together, I must have stolen things worth at least $100. I stopped everything when I turned 20.
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