A Little Thief

In the past, I have made mistakes. And many of them. There have been times where I just plain old mistook someone’s name for someone else, but the better ones are the more meatier times. I think that there is a very important meaning to making mistakes. In one way, you can learn from the mistake in a light way, and in other ways you can learn very harshly by being embarrassed or hated for making these mistakes. There are plenty of mistakes that people make in their lifetime, many of these they learn from, whether it’s stealing for the first time, lying, or even just missplacing an important item. These problems can make the person that committed them learn and improve on their own self.

There have been many times that I have made a mistake, and I will tell one of those now. As a kid back in 2011, I lived right next to my grandparents in Sabattus and they had a pretty large house with lots of small cramped spots. My sister, Lily, and I used to love playing hide and seek in that house. There were times that we would hide under the stairs in the little cupboard or in the boiler room that my grandfather used to smoke in. He would play with us and tell us that we were safe with him. Well, one of the times that we were playing, I had hid in a small coat closet by the living room in the apartment in the first floor of the house. In this closet there was a safe in the wall… And 7 year old me thought that it was alright to rummage around in it. There was not much in there except a bunch of papers and some random 2 dollar bills. My little mind thought it was a great idea to take the 6 dollars that was lying in the safe. At the end of the day, I had gotten out of there and walked through the path to my house across the woods, I was succesful. I had gotten out of there, rich. Until later that night, my mom found the money that I had left in the bathroom from cleaning out my pockets and taken a bath. My mom confronted me, asking “where did this money come from?” I confessed. I told her “well, earlier today we were playing hide and seek and I found it in the wall at Meme’s”. She was mad, she had a right to be. The money was given back to my grandparents who were apparently going to give it to me and my sister anyway, but we never got it because I took it and that stripped me from getting it back.

Long story short…DON’T STEAL.

Over all, the moral of the story is that you will make mistakes and these mistakes are inevitable, but you will learn from these and become a better person in the long run.

“coat closet in the dining room” by bptakoma is licensed under CC BY 2.0.