When I was in Grade Six I stole a carton of cigarettes from the local grocery store. They weren't even a good brand; just what was handy as the clerk looked away. I gave a pack to a friend who's mother subsequently busted him. He confessed that I had stolen them from the store. His mother phoned my mother and told her what I had done. My mother confronted me and asked if I had in fact stolen a carton. Suddenly I was faced with a real dilemma. Do I lie to my mother or confess to being a thief? I quickly decided that being a thief was worse than being a liar so I told her I didn't steal a carton. She fixed me with a steely stare and made me repeat my lie. In that instant I knew that she knew the truth. Sorry Mom but I didn't want to disappoint you. Even though you have long since left this world if it helps; I never stole another thing after that.