A Little Story Of Mine
As kids we tend to make dumb choices more often, and from those wild days we learn a lot of lessons. When I was 10 years old I learned to take responsibility and the consequences for my actions after I smashed into our fence with my dad’s car.
My cousin had come all the way from Idaho with his mom to visit us. I was happy when he arrived; he was and still is my favorite cousin, he was 9 years old at the time. We were outside of my house on a nice summer day sitting around thinking of things that we could do. I remember I started telling my cousin that I knew how to drive stick shift I was obviously lying because I only knew what I saw on TV and from seeing my dad drive. He didn’t believe me, so we went searching for the keys to my dad’s 96 Dodge Neon. I don’t know why I wanted to show him that I could drive; I guess I did it so that my cousin could be impressed and look up to me. After 10 minutes we found them hanging from a nail in my parent’s room. The keys were too high for us, so we began whacking them with a broom. After we beat them with the broom and got them down we ran outside as fast as our little legs could go. My mom and dad were giving my aunt a tour of the house because it was the first time they had visited us. We jumped into my dad’s car which was parked on the driveway I started getting nervous and my leg started doing this twitchy thing that I couldn’t control. I put the key in the ignition and turned it, but nothing happened so my cousin and I just stared at each other like “uum what happened”. Then I remembered that my dad always pushed the pedal to the left, which I now know it’s the clutch. So I stepped on the clutch and turned the key and the car started. My cousin and I had this face of “wow” like this --> (*o*)
Now all I had to do was move it to first gear and go. So I did that but there was a little grinding noise at first, so I just told my cousin “wow listen to that engine”. After it was in first gear my hands started sweating and I thought to myself “this is crazy, this is crazy”, but my cousin was there and I didn’t want him to know that I was scared, so I stepped on the gas and released the clutch like in The Fast and the Furious. The car start burning rubber and I was slammed against the seat from the cars speed. I can still hear the screeching and the smell of tires. I lost control as soon as the car started moving. The car ran up the driveway and smashed into our fence. And there we were both sitting there shocked at what had happened. I got out of the car and inspected the damage. The fence was destroyed, but the car survived with only a dent and a scratch. I knew I was going to get into a lot of trouble, so instead of running inside and hide I went inside and told my dad straight up that I hit the fence with his car. I knew he heard the ruckus so I had to tell him before he came out.
Now all I had to do was move it to first gear and go. So I did that but there was a little grinding noise at first, so I just told my cousin “wow listen to that engine”. After it was in first gear my hands started sweating and I thought to myself “this is crazy, this is crazy”, but my cousin was there and I didn’t want him to know that I was scared, so I stepped on the gas and released the clutch like in The Fast and the Furious. The car start burning rubber and I was slammed against the seat from the cars speed. I can still hear the screeching and the smell of tires. I lost control as soon as the car started moving. The car ran up the driveway and smashed into our fence. And there we were both sitting there shocked at what had happened. I got out of the car and inspected the damage. The fence was destroyed, but the car survived with only a dent and a scratch. I knew I was going to get into a lot of trouble, so instead of running inside and hide I went inside and told my dad straight up that I hit the fence with his car. I knew he heard the ruckus so I had to tell him before he came out.
He ran outside and was shocked at what he saw. He gave me a piecing look and I knew he was mad and disappointed at the same time. He told me to go into my room and wait for him there. I was scared I knew I was going to get serious whooping. I did my walk of shame through the living room while my mom and aunt stared at me and my cousin followed. I got to my room and I can think was how bad it was going to hurt. My dad was still outside moving the car off the fence. After he parked the car he went inside the house. I could hear his footsteps getting louder and louder. As he walked into my room he told my cousin to get out because he needed to talk to me. My dad closed the door and started spanking me and was telling me that what I did was wrong and very dangerous and that we could have gotten hurt. He also said that I should never get in the car. After it was all over my cousin came in my room and asked why I told my dad what had happen. But I chose to tell my dad the truth rather than to lie because then I would get into even more trouble. I also didn’t want to hide and let other people get blamed for what I did. My cousin didn’t really get in trouble because I took all the blame and said it was all my idea. He really appreciated that I helped him out. I remember that 5 years after that accident a similar thing happened. My older brother had told me to take his car and park it on his driveway because he wanted to fix something on in. He handed me the keys and I was excited to get behind the wheel of his 02 BMW. As I was moving the car I didn’t see the garbage can behind me and I rammed into it and because it was full and heavy it dented the rear bumper. My brother was mad but I told him that I would pay for the damages. I didn’t have a job to pay for everything so I asked my uncle if I could work with him picking apples. It was the hardest thing I had ever done but I had to do it because I was the one that messed up my brother’s bumper.
Because I took responsibility for my actions my parents now trust me more because they know that if I do anything bad I am going to confront it and take the consequences. This is how I learned to take responsibility and accept the consequences for my actions. I was dumb for trying to drive my dad’s car, but without that I would have never learned the biggest lesson of my life.
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