A long time ago I stole a watercolor paint set from my Jr. High School when I was in grade 9. I was 15 maybe 16 at the time. I didn’t think much of it back then. I wrote about it in my moral inventory. I’ve been feeling remorseful and regretful all day. I ought to return it and make amends. I felt scared too about the consequences that could await me, the thought of being arrested, going to court, getting a criminal record, being tried as an adult, going to prison. I feel awful about all the wrong choices I’ve made in my life up to this point.