I remember going into a discount store (like a K-mart or something) and perusing the LP records, looking at the Kiss albums. The one called "Rock and Roll Over" had a decal inside that we all thought was the coolest, so I nervously slit the plastic and managed to stash it in my jacket pocket. I was really afraid I was going to get caught, but I didn't. As far as I can recall, that is the only time I ever stole anything out of a store. I think I stuck it on the front of a notebook, but I can't remember for sure. I don't have it anymore, but I have the memory of doing that misdeed.
I want my boys to understand how seemingly insignificant events like this can effect you forever. It is important to do the right thing, probably most important. The small choices we make every day, starting when we are little kids, shape what we will become. As an adult, I have suffered the consequences of poor choices I made, and was allowed to make, as a child. We all learn our best lessons this way, I know. Still, it is compelling to think I might be able to teach them this before they are grown. I have to try, anyway.