Write about something you stole (literal or figurative.)
When I was eight I stole some change…twelve cents, to be exact…from a jewelry counter in a Woolworth’s store. I don’t know why I did it, I mean twelve cents! But overall it was probably a good thing. The guilt that I felt practically ate me up. The next day I went back to the store and dropped the twelve cents back where I’d found it. That ended my life as a thief.