When I was around five years old, when I lived in my old house, I had this serious obsession for these gummy treats, fruit snacks. I loved them; I loved them so much that I went to such lengths to steal them. Even without my parents knowing.

Back then I would have done anything for two things: T.V. and sugar. My parents would get really annoyed with me because I asked for those two things twenty-four-seven. When I don’t get what I want, it seems like a challenge to get that thing anyways. When my parents said I couldn’t have fruit snacks, I devised a sneaky, devious, masterplan plan that would for sure get me more fruit snacks. I would go into the pantry and get some for myself. Genius!

At first, I was afraid. 

What if my parents saw me, what would happen if they did? How bad would the consequences be if I was caught? I wanted the taste of that sweet, delicious, goodness in my mouth though. So I went to the pantry, took down the box that had all the fruit snacks in it, and took about five. I ran up to my room, shut the door and once again tasted the goodness of the treats. 

I was so proud of myself, I had to do it again. But my dad was home now and I could not take them when he was watching sports on the T.V. down stairs where the fruit snacks were. I could not wait until the next day, so I decided to steal them again that night. 

I waited until the sun had gone down. I crept downstairs; going one step at a time; very slowly; trying not to make any noise. I remember being very annoyed that my parents didn’t close their door to their room. I had to creep past them to get downstairs. 

Once downstairs, I went on the carpet, so it would make less noise, and to the pantry to take the snacks. I dumped out the contents on the counter and put them in my pockets. My room was a bonus room so there was toys and furniture. Once I ate the fruit snacks, I hid all the blue wrappers under the couch. I went to bed, very proud of myself.

Apparently, I wasn’t quiet enough that night because my parents heard me. They asked me about what in the world I was doing up at ten-o-clock last night, and I said something like:

“What are you talking about? I was sound asleep. My bedtime is at, like, seven-thirty.” However, my parents weren't nearly convinced. They decided to test if I was telling the truth. They looked in my room and saw the blue wrappers. They then dubbed me guilty and grounded me. 

 Despite this, I still wanted fruit snacks. My parents weren't sure if I had learned my lesson either. So that night, my dad slept on the couch downstairs, not in his bed. I didn’t even notice him when I went downstairs that night. I got into the pantry to do the same thing that I did the night before. And dumped the contents onto the counter to put them into my pockets. But then, I saw my dad out of the corner of my eye. I froze. I saw him on the couch looking at me. What is HE doing here!? I thought to myself as I casually put the rest of the contents into my pockets and put the wrappers behind the Goldfish box. 

“What are you doing Carter?” asked my dad. I was caught. I dumped the contents I had collected into the garbage, and was quickly escorted back to my room. I wasn’t too happy with myself that night. 

The next day I got more punishments. I didn’t want any more fruit snacks. They weren't worth this. I learned from that experience and will remember it for a long time. I learned that even if you want something really bad, you can’t always have it your own way.