My mom use to hide candy from us in her bedroom. I found it once while looking for xmas gifts. This meant I needed to search more thoroughly in the future. It was candy, not presents that were on the line. Besides she moved the presents to the downstairs closet. And after that to the car. Then at a relative house at the top of her closet. I was a little spy whose curiosity was soon to backfire on him.One time I hit the jackpot. A whole box of expensive looking chocolates. Of course I would enjoy a few of them. Unwrapped the first one and stuck the entire chocolate into my mouth. Wish that could have been caught on film. Instead of the sweetness of chocolate my mouth was filled with bitter liquor. I never touched that box again but still I searched. I didn't learn my lesson yet.Later I found a magazine called playboy. This was way better than candy. Each month the magazine would change. I thought I was careful to place it back in the same spot but one time I must not have because she found out. The following month my mom handed me a magazine in a black cover. I didn't know what it was until I opened it. She said she would save me the trouble of always looking for them. Words can not express the embarrassment I felt holding that magazine in front of my mom. That was enough for me not to go searching her room again.I never even thought it was weird that my mom had those magazines. Just figured she enjoyed something about them. I wonder if she felt the same embarrassment knowing I had found them.