I'm A Thief!

What? I'm a thief. Yes, yes. My hardened criminal days, starting at the ripe old age of 5. I saw something on a website yesterday saying, "What was your first sin," and I had to write about it. And not only was a thief, I robbed a store. Can't you just picture a small 5 year old, telling the cashier to stick 'em up? That's exactly how it happened. Okay...fine. Not at all.
Do you remember Bubbalicious gum? Oh, all the wonderful flavors and scents they had. Strawberries smelt like sugary, sugary strawberries. Grape smelt like dimetapp. Watermelon like over the top sugar again, in a huge square. Like being in Willie Wonka's factory or something. Enticing your sense of smell. Well, that was me, anyway. I was the weird kid that liked to sniff all the different flavors of gum. I didn't ever really get to BUY any though. For one, like I said, it's packed full of SUGAR. Perfect for children of course. Two, I think I used to actually swallow the gum instead of spitting it out. (I got the whole speech of it will stick to your ribs for 6 whole years. Haha.)
So one day, I'm standing in the line with mom at the convenient store, sniffing this wonderful smelling gum as usual. When my mom is done buying her stuff, she looks at me with this stern look and tells me she is ready to go. For some reason, I just panic and walk out the door with her. With the gum. Still in my hand. I didn't even realize it yet! Until half way home, and thought, oh crap! My mom is going to kill me! We pull in the driveway and of course, she turns to me and says, "What is that smell, Jessica?" Head down, and completely ashamed of what I had done, I told her I took a pack of gum. Please don't put me in jail. I'm sorry! We didn't even make it out of the car when thrown into reverse, and back to the store we go. 'You are going to march in that store, and tell him what you have done,' my mom tells me. WHAT?!? Can't you do it for me? I thought. Uggg. Okay, here goes. 'Sir, I took a pack of gum home with me.' I didn't even say it was an honest accident, because I was too freakin scared. He tells me it's okay, that I came back and told him what happened. (Yes, I drove the car) And what does this man do? Rewards me with an ICEE. At the time, I think this is amazing. So wait, I just took your gum and just got a free ICEE. Heck yes!!! Looking back now, not such a good idea.
I still find this story so funny. Anytime my husband drives past that store in Louisiana, he makes a point to call me and let me know. And of course it's something to the effect of,'I'm in front of the store where you stole from and that rewarded!'