That one habit that got me into trouble as a kid.

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That one habit that always got me into trouble then as a kid was lies. When this started, it started so innocently, all what I did was to be able to avoid qny problem or avoid getting into trouble with my parents and I also lied to give an impression of myself to my friends that wasn't true. I was just thinking thats just it not knowing tha the lies will someday turn inyo something bigger than me. It became so frequent that I wasn't even able to tell the try again.

The experience I always remember is when I was 12, I was washing some dishes , while doing that, I ended breaking my mom's favorite glass cup and I knew I was in for trouble. There was no way i was going to escape the beating because she warned me before she stepped out about to handle the dishes very well because at the time I was washing the dishes, my friend came visiting and I wasn't concentrating at all.

We played alot when she left and this play left a result of my mother's favorite glass cup broken. I panicked, I was sweating profusely, I didn't know what to do. I lost appetite for everything at the moment and sincerely I felt like dying no that day. Life meant nothing, I had to resolve to hiding the glass cup and i had to hide it where i knew it wouldn't be discovered at all. There was a small bush behind the house but my father cleared there from time to time, there was not how he was going to find out. I thought of all corners round the house, I just had to take a decision to hide it in my box of clothes because no one goes there, I had started doing my laundry so i knew my mom wouldn't go there. I had already practiced the lie I was going to tell.

Few hours later, my mom came back and of course she suspected nothing, but she did look for the glass cup. She asked but I lied to her about the whole thing, as time went on she forgot about it but I didn't, my conscience blamed me everyday but I didn't dare to breathe a word about it. Months passed and it was forgotten. I too had forgotten all about it , and a day came I went through my box to arrange my clothes and boom a very deep cut. I almost shouted the whole building down, my mom rushed in and because of what I was going through at the moment, I couldn't even hide anything anymore, my mom was shocked.

She was disappointed that I wasn't honest, i saw my mom shed tears. She made me see the benefits of telling the truth always and how free I'll be whenever I tell the truth, it is better to get punished and be free than to be in guilt and keep on hiding. I felt so bad, my moms words struck so deep. Being honest became part of my everyday life. And most important I changed my circle of friends and it really changed me. I found myself communicating goid and I valued honesty.

Looking back at that incident, I'm actually grateful for that incident, it brought change. Great change to my life.

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