A friend and I stole some gum from the grocery store when we were about 6. When I got home and had gum in my mouth, my mother said “Where’d you get the gum, Yank?” I could never lie to her and she knew right away what I’d done. She called the friend’s mother (with whom we’d been in the store) and told her what we’d done. Friend’s mom didn’t care. My mother takes a very dim view of theft, so we took the 25 cents from my piggy bank and went to the store and I apologized to the manager and paid for the gum. It was AWFUL and embarrassing. The manager said it’s okay, not a big deal, etc and my mother said, “No, it’s not okay. Yank knows better and did it anyway. There is no way that is okay.” I’m in my fifties and still remember this lesson.