Little hoodlum

When I was around four or five I was with my mother at this store getting some Christmas presents. as we were leaving I saw these little plushy dinosaurs that fit splendidly in my grasp. I snatched two of them and reserved one in every one of my pockets. my pockets were small to the point that they influenced me to appear as though I had two bits of gossip on every one of my hips. Regardless I recall the surge of vitality I got from really leaving the store undetected. all things considered, when my mother and I got to the auto, she discovered them and got back to the store and influenced me to apologize. I had the most awful social tension when I was a child so I was a completely crying, telling this poor worker how repulsive a man I was. like I was having a psychological breakdown, it was so awful my mother apologized to me subsequently and got me a decent milkshake!