When I was six, my friend and I were watching Mary Poppins and we made pop corn and I made a mess with it in the family room. I threw it around and left pieces of it all over the floor and my friend told my brothers and I we better clean it up or my mom will get mad. I of course didn't believe her because how would she know. But when Mom did see the mess, she started yelling about it and I knew she was mad so I blamed it on my brothers because I was afraid I get in trouble. Well she yelled at them and sent them to bed as a punishment for something they didn't do. My friend didn't tell her it was me who made it. I guess because she was afraid she get sent home and not be able to spend the night as my punishment.
When I was seven, my class and I were walking back from OT and I remember we were there with another class and as I was walking back, I am walking by a classroom and I open the door to the portable and close the door open and close and then run back in line in my spot and the teacher opens the door and thought it was Russel (another boy behind me in line) because she told him to come and he said it was me but she didn't believe him and I didn't say anything and let him get in trouble.
When I was nine, my little brother and I walked to the forest and wrecked a fort these neighborhood kids built and my brother spilled the beans on me that night at the table during dinner and I got in trouble. I guess I was mad because they wouldn't let me play in it with them so I wrecked it later in the day.
