When I was about 6 or 7 I was in my parents' room. My dad had all these fancy pens/pencils that he used for work. One of them had a metal tip. While he was in the shower I took it and scratched my name in the dresser top. Not hard enough so that it took the finish off. You had to look from an angle to see it. Somehow my dad noticed it right away though and I got yelled at immediately.