My first experience with stealing something without permission was a family member bringing home the keys to their workplace by mistake, putting the clothes whose pocket they were inside in the washer, and then me being hit with anxiety at school because the keys travelled into my uniform skirt pocket while in the washer which made me think I stole them because someone noticed. It ignited my lifetime career as master thief no just kidding my sister came to the rescue. But I would never be immune to the same habit of accidental key-taking when I got older.