Childhood Memory
Everyone in their lives has learned something from their childhood that stayed with them until adulthood. It could be a good experience or not that great experience. Personally my lesson wasn’t so great and has caused me to get in trouble with my parents. In first grade at Anthony Elementary School, I was compelled by a friend to steal. Because of this experience, I learned to listen to what my “gut” tells me about people, that some people might not be good to have as a friend.
It all started just when I was between six or seven years old in first grade at St. Anthony Elementary School catholic private school. Months came by and was mid October and I had so many friends except for this girl called Jessica. Jessica was
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As days come by she would steal more than I would like teacher desk pens, sticky notes, teacher property space. I didn't follow her knowing how scary it was for me to just steal from the teacher's desk. But as the weeks go by it didn't went very pretty for me.
Weeks came by and everyone was outside the playground as usual. Me and Jessica were going to be together to the bathroom since she told me follow her. Normally teachers wouldn't let you, but they let us go and didn't say nothing. After the bathroom she told me we should go to the classroom to steal. I comfort her telling her the teacher is going to be there and we're going to easily be caught. Persuading me she was telling me the teacher wasn't there. So I just gave it a shot and since the teacher wasn't there I try and took the time what I should take home. Since my teacher had a big basket of amazing smelly markers i took a handful and open my backpack to get half of it inside. I finally notice that It was quiet and I didn't seem to hear Jessica. Just mining my business and trying to hurry up, the teacher slowly came behind me and yelling at me “What are you doing?!!?” I just look up blickly not knowing how to respond and feeling like if my mouth has got glue inside.
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