I've always had a sweet tooth. Here is one time when that got me in big trouble. For some reason, my parents liked to torture us kids by having candy and treats around the house that we weren't supposed to eat. (I still don't know why or what they were for- for them, maybe?) Don't get me wrong, we got dessert after dinner plenty. But you know how when there is something you aren't supposed to have, you just want it that much more? That was my dilemma.
One time there was a big box of Air Heads. Remember those?
Every once in a while I would sneak a couple into my bedroom and eat them in hiding. Then I would shove the wrappers into one of my dresser drawers. I did this a lot. Probably like...25 times or so. There were a lot of wrappers.
One night I was over at a friends house and we decided I should spend the night, so I called my mom and asked her if she could please bring me some pajamas to wear. She brought them over. Then it hit me. The clothes she brought me were from the same drawer where my stash of wrappers were hiding. Oh...the panic. The guilt. The shame! I was terrified to go home the next day.
When I did get home I went straight to my room in hopes of avoiding my mom who was sure to ground me (rightfully so). Then I saw it. Right on top of my bed were all of the candy wrappers I had hidden. The evidence.
I don't even remember what my punishment was or what was said to me. The humiliation, guilt, and fear was probably enough. Sorry, mom!!