I was 14 and my friend and I used to go into my grandparents house whether they were there or not and get an icecream cone. One day we were there and I took some change that was on my grandmothers dresser. A few days later someone walked into their home (they never locked their door) and stole all of my grandpas coin collection.
A few days later my parents found out that I had taken the change and I was in huge trouble. A few days after that my grandma told my parents that I had also taken the coin collection. My dad confronted me about it and asked if I had taken the coins. I told him ‘no, I hadnt’ and the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor from him hitting me across the face. I got up and he asked me again, again I said ‘no’ , back on the floor I go. I got up a second time and he asked me again. This time I said ‘yes’ so I wouldnt get hit again.
About 10 years later the coins surfaced in some persons home with a bunch of other stolen goods so I was proven innocent. But to this day it still bugs me. I know my credibility was shot because I had actually taken the change (about $2) so I suppose I can understand not being believed.
How about any of you? Ever admit to doing something you didnt do?