...telling the truth about my past

well i was just sitting in my garden chair, looking out over the fence at all the flowers and remembering back when i was younger. then i thought how many stories i’ve kept to myself from even my own children. like that time i snuck into a movie theater without paying. or how i once drove across town just to return a lost wallet i found on the street, but had to park in an alley because there wasn’t space anywhere else and i was too old for curbside parking. these small things, maybe not so important anymore but still secrets from my past i never told anyone. anyone have similar stories?