It all started when I was about 6-7 we had extended family tenants downstairs, and while I was down there with my cousin, I saw some diapers in the storage room. They must've been at least a year old. A day had passed, and they went out. Being the sneaky kid I am, I went downstairs to and grabbed the entire bag. And since there were more, I stole the other few bags. Man, I was such a trouble maker. I ended up using them all, but wasn't able throw them out. I had put them all in a huge box in the room. Ironically enough, I got sick after using them. Great. My mom wanted to clean out my room. Apparently I was knocked out for 10 or so hours, and she cleaned my entire room. Oddly, she never said a thing about the diapers. Weird.
From 8-10 I would just steal single diapers from family, friends, and even a church thrift store.
During the time I was 11, I kind of forgot all about them. But, when I was 12 I saw a diaper commercial on TV. I remembered everything about my past with diaper related things. I waited months, and finally I had the guts to buy some diapers. Rode my bike to the store, and got Pampers size 5 (I was fairly skinny), and goodnites. Sadly I was caught on a number of occasions with not being careful. But, being the dummy I am, I continued.