I've only ever shoplifted two things in my life. I opened a bag of mini marshmallows and put a handful in my pocket when I was in Lucky (grocery store) with my mom when I was four or five. When I was in seventh or eighth grade, I was at the same store with my mom and told her I wanted to go look at something. I went to the liquor department, took a can of Hawken chewing tobacco off of the shelf, and stuffed it in my jeans. This was in the days before they locked the tobacco up and put it near the registers. When I got home, I put the can in a zip-loc bag and buried it in the back yard. Sometimes I would sneak out, dig it up, and take a dip.