Article October 31, 2016 Issue

When you want something that isn't yours

Nancy Mullen

When I was about ten years old, some kids I knew began shoplifting at a big store in our town. They would come back and show off the toys and other stuff they’d stolen, and I’d practically drool. I was tempted to join them, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it. It wasn’t just that I was afraid of getting caught. There was more to it.

I remember sitting on the sidewalk one day after they left and having a good long think about it. What if I just went ahead and took whatever I wanted, any time I wanted? There was quite a list of things I was longing for that my parents couldn’t afford. What if I could have them all right now just by stealing? The prospect was exciting.

But I had another feeling, too, as I thought about this. A deep sadness began to creep over me. The world looked dark and strange. Suddenly every lovable doll, beautiful dress, and fun toy on my wish list lost its charm. How could that be? I wondered. Why should I feel so sad?

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