I stole a cookie from the jar when I was a kid. My dad told everyone I stole a cookie and humiliated me so bad I cried when my mom came home.

When I was 3 years old my dad was babysitting me and told me not to touch the cookies in the jar. I asked him about them a few times and he got really pissed off at me and told me to go sit in my room with the door closed. A few minutes later I couldn't take it anymore and I snuck to the kitchen and took the cookie and sat at the kitchen table and ate 2/3 of it. My dad caught me with the cookie and jumped out of his skin. He yelled at me and I started to cry with the cookie still in my mouth. My dad took me outside and showed me how to bury the cookie pieces in the backyard while I could barely breathe because I was crying with my mouth full of cookie. <br><br>When my mom came home my dad told her about the cookie while I was still crying and she started scolding me too. But after she stopped her husband from telling her every detail she asked me why I ate the cookie. I told her I just wanted a cookie. She was a bit more understanding than my dad was but still told me not to get cookies without asking. A few hours later my dad was still on the warpath and mad that I stole a cookie. <br><br>My parents went on a business trip a month later and left me with my aunt. While I was at her house she had a basket of cookies on the coffee table with all types of cookies with sprinkles and chocolate chips. She told me I could eat one cookie any time I wanted while I was there. I ate cookies during my whole visit with her and my uncle and she never let me feel bad about eating cookies. Her cookies tasted much nicer than my parents cookies. I ate cookies and ice cream at her house and she told me there was no such thing as stealing cookies if you are a nicer person than the people that have the cookies.<br><br>When I got older and learned how to bake, I would have cookies at my house when I started living alone. I had fond memories of my aunt, uncle, and cousins. I never had fond memories of my dad while I was growing up. I would give cookies to the neighborhood kids that were poor and didn't have enough to eat. I would give cookies to the homeless people on the streets with milk, water, or juice. I would give cookies to my friends to cheer them up with ice cream or frozen yogurt. <br><br>I got a 30 day timeout when I was 8 years old for stealing cookies while I was grounded, however my dad never got a timeout for making me bury cookies in the backyard.