When I was 10 I stole a series of pulleys and weights from the hardware store. I rigged up the pulleys and weights to turn on and off my light switch, and open and close my bedroom door. But I always felt bad about stealing, so I paid for the items when I turned 17. Store owner thought I was joking about it all.
I'll be honest, this confession thing is new to me. It feels refreshingly good. I can see why the religious types sin so much; they get to confess afterwards!
I will also confess this: when I was very young and I couldn't sleep I would often curl up on the floor in front of my parents bedroom door. I've yet to grow out of this behavior.