I already posted the most recent sin back in April. Now that the thread is alive again there´s an old one.
30 years ago I was a young high school teacher and went with my students for a week ski course to the mountains. Incidentally, a girlfriend of mine lived in a small town next to the resort we were staying.
She went to visit me and stayed secretly overnight. In the morning, we didn´t get up early enough for her to disappear in time. It was slightly dramatic to get her out. Fortunately enough, the student who was my roommate (and who had spent the night somewhere) was a ski racer I knew from outside the school and he helped us.
I was an immoral teacher to have done that.
The head of the course, a colleague of mine and also a former ski racer, somehow learned about the episode. She found it quite funny. On the final day I was given a special diploma (the same the winners of school course races got) for the winner of a "Love Stories" contest.
I still have it somewhere. I never told my mother (an ex-teacher) what it really meant.
Of course I feel like Edith Piaf: I never regret...