When my brother and I were 8 and 10 years old, we took a pack of Dad's Luckey Strikes across the road in some bushes. Yah, matches too! Course, I expect they watched us the whole time. We kept the pack in a quart jar to keep them dry! Next day they were gone, oh boy....we were a little late for supper, but we got it anyway. He was mad about the smoking part, but even madder about stealing his to do it. From that day on I never took anything again, cause I know I'd still get caught...I'm 62 now! Education really sticks if applied correctly.