One day a rock show came to our school. I was really into rocks at the time. I liked the ones with crystals in them and stuff. I really didn't learn anything though because I couldn't tell you the name of a single rock. At any rate, the rocks were on tables and you walked around and looked at them. Each rock had a sticker on it with a number so you could identify what it was. The show was in the gymnasium.
Well, for some reason I got the idea in my head that I wanted to steal a rock. I saw a nice, shiny small one and no one was looking so I pocketed it. At first I thought I was pretty clever and I went home and admired my newly acquired treasure. Eventually though guilt got the best of me. I started fearing that the people who put on the rock show would notice that a rock was missing and they would come back to the school and look for it. I feared that they might go to the students' homes and search for the rock. So I went in my backyard with the rock in hand and tossed it into the fields.
"There, they won't find me now" I thought. But then the thought occurred to me that someone might find it in the fields and they would trace it to me and find out I stole it.
"Crap!" It was too late to recover the stone. I thought about the fact that it was not likely that anyone would find the stone in the fields. Still, a new fear arose- maybe there was a tracking device on the rock!!
Eventually, I grew up and realized that no one was looking for the rock and that I was safe. Still, it was experiences like this that led me to stop stealing.
