When I was 5, I stole a yellow gummi bear out of those candy bins that you take scoops from in the supermarket. I didn't want to get caught eating it, so I held it in my hand for the rest of the shopping outing. My heart was pounding and I felt sick - I was so worried my Mum was going to try and hold my hand, as she sometimes did when we were shopping!! When I finally got home, I sat on my bed, tears streaming, as I ate it. It was the worst gummi bear ever because of the guilt I felt. Lol!!! I was almost hysterical.
Since then, other than a brief stint downloading music illegally off Limewire, I've been a model of good behaviour (Lol... Well, not exactly. But I haven't stolen anything...!)