Ugh, this thread brings back bad memories of childhood. I used to hide food in my bedroom so no one would see me eating. One Christmas when I was about seven, my mom made a HUGE container of those seasoned oyster crackers. I sat in front of the tv and ate a massive amount without even realizing it. When my mom discovered how much was missing, I told her that I acidentally dropped the container and spilled a bunch on the floor.
One night when I was about eight mom made spaghetti and these really good pillsbury breadsticks for dinner. I really wanted a breadstick and couldn't wait for dinner, so I grabbed one and ran to the bathroom with it. I forgot to lock the door and mom came and caught me. She said I didn't have to sneak, and I could've just had a breadstick. I remember being so ashamed and embarrased because I was just so used to sneaking my food.
I'm going to go cry now!
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