I still feel guilty about the candy

When I was maybe 8 or 9, I stole a candy bar from the corner store. It was a Snickers, and I really, really wanted it. My mom never bought us candy, said it was bad for our teeth. I didn't have any money, so I just slipped it into my pocket when the owner wasn't looking. I ate it behind the school, and it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. But then I felt so awful. I knew it was wrong. I never told anyone. It's been like 30 years, and I still feel a little pang of guilt every time I see a Snickers bar. I know it's stupid, but it's true. I guess I just needed to get that off my chest.