Personal Narrative: My Life In Elementary School

I remember a time where I did violate my own morals, and I abhor it to this day. Back in elementary school I was guileless. Every Tuesday and Thursday my friend Bob and I had art class, and we played with the art supplies there. One day I was pressured to do something that I was not comfortable with doing, and later I atoned for it.
There was a Tuesday when Bob was coming to my house after school; he said it would be a good idea to take some of the paint brushes home and play with them. I went through with his plan, but I was unsure how it would turn out. At the end of class, as all of the other students careened across the room to be the first in line, my friend and I snuck the brushes in our pockets. We made it out of the art room, but were