A release within.

My then-best friend had all the Polly Pocket dolls. It was the latest craze at the time. I was envious of her.

One day, I took fifty dollars from Dad's trousers. I begged my older brother to take me to the toy shop. He took me. 

I chose the doll set that I wanted and showed him, indicating that it was time to pay. He smirked and gave me the snooty remark "And how are you going to pay for that?"
I smiled, showing him the fifty dollar note.

I felt exhilarated. I felt spoilt. I did not feel any guilt.

That night my Mum and Dad had a fight. It was over the fifty dollars that my Dad had supposedly "lost"
My family wasn't coping well that fiscal year.

Dad was meant to buy food for the family dog with that money.