Primary school:
I used to steal my dad's coins when I was little. He never challenged it, but started wrapping the coins up carefully and explained they were set amounts.
I used to pinch sausage rolls off the trolley at school if the man wasn't looking - another kid once confronted me and I swore blind that I hadn't done it. We both knew I had though.
Secondary school:
Limited to thinking about how easy it would be. Once left the corner shop after considering it in detail, only to find the assistant of the owner sprinting after me to make sure I got the rest of my change
guilt made me never consider it again.
Later life:
I feel no qualms about leaving shops with the occasional small item I've put in the pram and forgotten about. I'd certainly never go back to return anything!
This morning I spotted a Batman set that DS2 used to have and adore. It was in the reduced section at Tesco and open, so I eagerly opened it to check if the figures were loose and if Batman was there - I fully intended to take him home for DS2 if not! Alas, theplaymat was gone but the figures still secured. In retrospect I should have just opened it and taken Batman, it's not like the set was still sellable.
My finest moment was as a 4yo, running excitedly out of Tesco with the Care Bear that my nan said she was GOING to buy me. I raced to the car to show my mum, who expressed appreciation of the item. My nan ran out, huffing and puffing, to find me. Remonstrations, whereupon it became apparent that the Care Bear I was clutching had not been paid for. My mum and nan exchanged glances, then Mum said 'Get in the car'.
She made me what I am 