Long ago, when I was a young lad of maybe four or five, I stole something. I know, but please keep your gasps to yourself. I stole a piece of candy. I don’t know why. I really wanted it, but I had no money. So, I stuffed it in my pocket and walked out of the store.

When I got home, I felt too guilty to even eat the blasted thing. I threw it away and never told anybody. I have always felt bad about that. Even to this day, I still feel waves of guilt wash and crash over me when I think about it.

Looking back, I can’t believe I did it. Did I really need that piece of candy that badly? How much of a porker was I as a kid? I can’t change the past, though. However, I can write about it, which makes me feel a little better. So, there’s one of my secrets. Do what you will with it.

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