When I was in 8th or 9th grade in the 80s I typed up a bunch of fake raffle tickets for a school donation that wasn’t real. I used a typewriter and cut them to ticket size and everything. They had two parts that separated, one for the customer to keep, and one for the “drawing” that never took place. I sold them in my neighborhood and pocketed all the money. $180. I bought a Sony Walkman and saved the rest for whatever. I feel really guilty every time I think of that story. I’ve made up for it financially many times over by donating to various causes over the years, but I violated people’s trust, even though they don’t know it, and that bothers me.

TL;DR: Sold fake raffle tickets. Going to hell.