Date: April 27, 2025
Author: Jason Carter

I was in second grade when I did something that still haunts me to this day. It wasn’t the biggest crime, but it definitely felt like one at the time. I was obsessed with my teacher’s Legos. Every week during Fun Friday, we’d get the chance to play with them, and I loved it. But one day, I decided that I needed those Legos for myself. So, I hatched a plan to steal them.

After Fun Friday was over, we were told to clean up, and that’s when the idea hit me. I was going to stuff the Legos in my backpack and hide them. I wasn’t alone in this—I had an accomplice. A friend of mine was in on it too, and we were both so excited about the plan. Everything was going perfectly until the teacher noticed the Lego bucket was completely empty.

She paused for a second, scanning the room, and then she said something that made my heart drop: “I’m going to check everyone’s bags.” It was like time slowed down. I looked at my friend, and we shared that exact same look of “Oh shit.” We panicked. Quickly, we started tossing the Legos all over the floor, trying to hide the evidence.

Then, the teacher told us to line up. We quickly jumped to the back of the line, hoping we could buy some time, but the line wasn’t moving fast enough. After what felt like forever, she finally decided to let everyone go early, and somehow, we escaped with the stolen Legos.

The next day, though, the teacher was absolutely furious. She spoke to the class, saying that whoever took the Legos wouldn’t get away with it. But, of course, we did. She never found out it was us. To this day, I feel guilty about it. I don’t know why I did it—I mean, they were just Legos—but it still sticks with me, that weird sense of shame. It was a small thing, but it was a turning point.

Anyways, just wanted to share that little moment in my life. Love y’all.