I still feel guilty about the shoes

Okay, so I was maybe 10 years old. My best friend, Amy, had these light-up sneakers. They were blue and glittery and I wanted them so bad. Not just 'want', like NEEDED them. I knew my mom wouldn't buy them for me, we didn't have a lot of money. So, one day at her house, I hid them. I stuffed them in my backpack when she wasn't looking. I told her I hadn't seen them when she asked. She was so sad. She cried. I felt awful then, but I still didn't give them back. I wore those stupid shoes until they fell apart. Amy and I aren't friends anymore. I don't even know where she is. I think about those shoes all the time and how much of a terrible friend I was. I'm sorry, Amy.