I’ve made my peace with my shoplifting (when I was eight) with the random thought “Everybody shoplifts at least once in their life”.
I stole an eraser. And no I don’t feel particularly awful about it. Felt guilty for a day or two, but the eraser was flower/ bubblegum scented. I wouldn’t do it again. I don’t know why I did it then. I was with my mother and she knew that I had enough erasers to be able to give some to my grandchildren should they need it.
Plus, it was so easy. Pudgy hand of a child gliding over the counter, and picking up a blob of pink. Yes, yes I know that if every child in the 1km radius of the shop had done the same thing, the shop would close and the shopkeeper would be in trouble.
At that age though, it was a curious mix of guilt, elation and bewilderment. How do I use the eraser without letting my mother notice it? That ended my brief encounter with shoplifting. Happy to say I haven’t swiped anything else after that, and don’t ever plan on doing it.
Ever shoplifted? Items? Technique?
PS – Notice how I don’t use the word ‘steal’, when in fact it was just that.