I saw this writing prompt earlier today on Twitter. I closed my eyes to be able to really think about this question. The first thing that popped up in my mind was the following memory.
I was nine. My older cousin dared me to steal a pack of straws. At checkout, I leaned over and the cashier’s eyes caught the plastic tubes between my undeveloped breasts.
“What’s that?” he pointed to my chest.
My grandma cursed the perv then left without paying. She never returned to her neighborhood grocery store.
Ten years later I apologized and told her what had happened. “You still remember?” she simply laughed.
What’s the first thing you ever felt guilty about?