In my ninth year, I was given a whole bowl of milky-way. Not chocolate, but pasta on bread. At that time, it was something incredible and offensive. At least for me. My parents took this bowl from me and put it in the refrigerator with the words about what to share. I was upset and really wanted this chocolate. Every time I opened the refrigerator, I saw this bowl and it tempted me terribly. Over time, I decided that if I ate one cup, nothing terrible would happen. Or even two. I have eaten this bank myself. And since then, my whole life, and I was 30 years old, was choked with this bank of milky-way, and every time I was terribly tormented by my conscience for my own greed and weakness of character and was seriously ashamed.
And only recently I learned that it was MY birthday gift and I could ask the maximum to share. And I had the right to shake her alone. As soon as I realized this, all the jokers-relatives sent a nap and knew zen:) incredible relief!