I'm a thief...

The first time I stole something was when I was about 10 years old.
I was at a Vacation Bible School at a Baptist church.
We were making crafts that they would give to other less fortunate kids.
There was this really cute blue bee that I really really wanted.
But we were only supposed to make stuff for the kids and then put what we didn't use back where it went.
So I took the bee.
I put it in my pocket initially,
but I knew they would find it if they searched me.
(I was a bit paranoid)
So I stuffed it into my sneaker.
It was quite uncomfortable and every time I walked I was reminded of the sin I was committing.
I wanted to give it back but I knew they would know I stole it if I did that.
So I walked around miserably until the end of the program.
I even won a pack of juggling balls in a contest,
which would normally make me super excited,
but I was feeling so guilty that I could barely even smile.
When my mom finally got there to pick me up I finally fessed up to my crime.
Well sort of.
I pulled that blue bee out of my sneaker and said to my mom,
"I found this on the ground mom!
We need to take it back to the craft section!"
She looked at me and replied,
"You can just keep it,
I don't think they need it."
To which I emphatically stated that it must go back to the craft section.
So she walked me over to the lady who did the crafts and I held it out to her.
The lady looked at me and said,
"Would you like to keep it?"
Of course I said yes.
I still have that bee to this day.
I can still feel the guilt being lifted off of me.
I could never ever steal anything ever again.
I'm still haunted by that bee that was to go to less fortunate children.
I stole someone's happiness.