I stole a Christmas tree as a kid and I got away with it.

When I was around 9 years old we didn’t have a lot of money so my parents didn’t get me and my siblings any presents for Christmas and they didn’t have enough money to buy a tree. I was really upset and I just wanted a Christmas tree so badly. I remember looking out my bedroom window and seeing a green pine tree in this man’s yard that looked perfect. I think it was on our property but still a good ways away from our house so I thought I could get away with it.<br><br>I waited until nighttime rolled around, I think it was around 9pm and I went outside to go steal the tree. I remember it was so cold and I could see my breath but I was working up a sweat trying to hack this tree down with gardening shears. Lastly the tree fell over and I drug it all the way back to my house. I hid it in my room under my bed.<br><br>The next day was Christmas and my parents were confused at to where I got the tree and I just played it off and said I don’t know and they just dropped it. I decorated the tree and we had our mediocre Christmas. I felt kind of bad but also happy? It was a good feeling.<br><br><br>EDIT: I think most people are missing the point of my story and it’s kind of frustrating. Yes I was in a bad situation but I still had a roof over my head and food. I didn’t think of my actions through and if I could go back I wouldn’t do it. Also, I didn’t hack down the tree, I cut it.