When i was a sophomore in college, i came home for vacation and borrowed two bottles of red wine from my father's basement. My father took me through security to fly back; they found the two bottles of wine and took them out. Seeing my father's look of disappointment, seeing that i'd basically stolen two bottles ofwine from him, just crushed me. And i sat there and i cried on the aerplane, and i wrote this sort of like, teery note to my parents, telling them how ashamed i was. So do the pain of that. But i have to say, to be critical to myself, had the two bottle of wine not been discovered, i would not