I don’t have any interesting worst things that I have done; all of mine are small and insignificant. I truthfully haven’t done anything so stupid that I would regret it. I don’t do stupid things because that’s not the type of person I am. I am the type of person that thinks before I act. Thinking before I act has prevented me from doing stupid things that I would regret and be able to write about in a blog for my English 1102 class. In this case I will write about the worst insignificant thing I have ever done.
When I was around seven years old I stole a six-pack of Now-And-Later candy from a convenience store; it costs was a nickel plus tax. As the title suggests it was a clean getaway. I remember it was the lime green flavor, my favorite. I was in the store with my mama, for she had stopped to play her daily lottery. While she was putting her numbers in I was browsing the store, preferably the candy aisle. When I saw the Now-And-Later candy I wanted it right then, more than any other candy. But I didn’t have any money, and my mama already told me she wasn’t buying me a damn thing before we left the house. I knew not to ask her for anything, unless I wanted to be reprimanded (not in a formal way) in front of the people in the store. So I bucked on that plan, and stood there for a while thinking of a way that I could get the candy. My mother was wrapping up playing her numbers and we were about to leave. I had to think of something quick, but the only option I had at the time was steal the candy. I didn’t want to do it but as the cliché goes, hard times call for desperate measures. I was still in the candy aisle under heavy tension when my mother called for me as she was walking out the door. When she called the third or fourth time I just said “fuck it!”, and I took the candy. I nervously walked out the door pass the store clerk with the candy in my pocket, thinking about the beating I would get from my mama if I was caught by the store clerk. Luckily no alarms went off and the clerk did not stop me. I got my candy.
When I got home I ran into my room and ate the candy cautiously, making sure my mother or my siblings didn’t come in and see me with it. If my siblings saw me with it they would tell, because they knew mama would not have bought me anything unless she bought something for them also. After I finished the candy, I actually felt bad about taking it. I started to think about how the clerk would feel if she knew that I stole from her. I wouldn’t want anyone stealing from me, but I just committed the act. I felt so guilty about it that I told my mother a few days later about the crime that I committed. I didn’t tell her right then and there because I would have got a beating (I didn’t feel that guilty). She just reprimanded me (this time in a formal way) for a short while and told me I should never do it again; and that I did. From then on I never stole anything again, and never had any other relative urge to steal. I always thought about the effects of my actions from then on.
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