When I was in 4th grade, my parents wouldn’t give me money for the school book fair, so I stole $5 from a mentally challenged girl in my class and bought my brother a Clifford book.
When she told our teachers her money was missing, they dismissed her claims and told her that she probably lost it.
I can only imagine how small and belittled she felt. 30 years later, I still think about it several times a week and feel the guilt, especially when my children want to watch or read Clifford.