I once tried to steal a comic book when I was nine. It was so fucking stupid, honestly. I was at a 7-11, had money given to get a few comics, and tried to hide one beneath. They found it of course and I was like oops, that one was an accident. Then I ran in after, tried to grab it and run out. The guy yelled and me and told me never to come back there. Turns out the next day my dad stopped to get milk after picking us up from school, they told him what happened, and my parents beat my ass. Lesson learned.
What's the happiest feeling that you've ever had, that you can remember?