The one thing I've ever shoplifted in my entire life was a Star Wars figure so I guess I can relate.
I was 5 and asked my parents if I could get a 12-back Luke. They said no so I wandered over the to the toy aisle, looked both ways and then tore him out of the package right there and stuffed him in my pocket. I felt like Indy taking the idol.
(Though this was still a few years before Indy even existed.) When we got home I got cocky and put the stupid figure right in the middle of a shelf with his lightsaber arm extended. My mom walks into my room about two minutes later and sees the damn thing *that I had just asked for* sitting right out in the open. Had a big "talk" and then my dad drove me back to the store where I had to ask for the manager, apologize for stealing it, and give it back. Thus my life of crime both began and ended the very same afternoon.
