An experience of shame

In the early nineties, when the family was really too poor, I couldn't eat stir-fry a few times a month, the grain I hit a year was just enough, once a petty friend found me, told me to do something big with me, there was wine, there were biscuits, there was a small money, he stared at a private shop and called me to steal, and when I got to the commissary, he told me to let the wind go in the distance, he took the pliers to pry the lock, when the crowbard sound came out, Scared me that mood is indescribable, the result of the sound of picking the lock attracted the neighbors, I saw someone, spread my legs and ran, now in retrospect it is really funny and shameful, almost on the friend's when detained, and that friend was finally three in and three out, and now is not good at learning, people still have to take the right path, don't do those things that hurt nature and reason, illegal activities. At that time, the youngest grade was impulsive, and almost made a mistake and made a big mistake. That's what I've done in my life that I've done with shame.