I still feel bad about it.

Okay, so when I was maybe 10, my best friend Sarah had this doll. It was like, a really nice Barbie, one of those collector ones even though we were kids. I was SO jealous. I wanted it so bad. One day when I was at her house, she left it on the floor while we went to get snacks. I hid it. Just shoved it under her bed. I figured I'd take it later. But then I got scared and didn't. She looked everywhere, crying. I even helped her look! I never told her. We're not friends anymore, we just drifted apart in high school. But every now and then I think about that stupid doll and how mean I was. I should have just asked to play with it.