A childhood belief about work

When I was 5, we went to my dad's office after hours (it was probably around 7 pm). My mom told me not to touch anything, so I wouldn't break it. I was standing there really politely, my hands behind my back. (Incidentally, we had gone to pick up something that my dad had left and needed--he wasn't there, but the building security guard had let us in.) I got bored, wandered over to the window, and there was this little machine sitting there that printed checks. (For all of you young'uns out there, it was this odd thing that you stuck the check in the bottom, pushed manual typewriter like numbers on, and then pulled a big handle, like a slot machine, and it would print the numbers on the check in rainbow colors.) Anyway, I was bored, and I had been allowed to play with this thing before, so I grabbed some blank paper, stuck it in where the check went, and pushed some numbers. As soon as I went to pull the handle, the alarm in the building went off--and it was loud!!! The security guard ran out of the office, and my mom grabbed me to run out of the building--I was really scared! I thought that I had done it by playing with the check machine, especially after I had been told to not touch anything!!! And, I thought the police were on their way to take me off to jail! Needless to say, I never disturbed ANYTHING in my dad's office again!