My Favorite Mistake

cWhat is your favorite thing to do? Is it strange or normal? And how often do you do it? I can tell you one of the things I do for fun. I crawl around in a suit that makes me look like Sasquatch just for the fun of seeing other peoples’ faces.

It was any typical summer day, blue skies, dry air, and chirping birds. My friend Isaac and I were just sitting doing nothing. We were just happened to be bored out of our minds. We started to brainstorm and we got the idea to shoot each other with airsoft guns. It seemed harmless enough right?

We started to get all suited up with our guns and our ghillie suits. A ghillie suit is something that hunters and snipers use to look like the natural surroundings and to break up the human outline. If correctly applied, it can be impossible to find someone wearing one.

An unseen problem had arisen. We did not pick out a place to hunt each other at. Isaac said that he knew where a ravine was close by and that no one ever went there. Looking back, I wonder why I didn’t ask him why no one went there. After a short walk, we got there. I saw that the ravine was surrounded, on both sides, by houses. And when we started in, a dog started to bark madly at us. Being in front, I was farther in the bushes and cover than Isaac. Right about then, a man ran around the corner and started yelling at us saying that he was going to call the cops.

I immediately dropped down into low crawl position and watched as my friend was being threatened and yelled at. The man said that if we left right then, he wouldn’t call the cops. I did not hear this. My friend left back to his house and I was left in the bushes. I sat there for at least 15 minutes before my friend came back. I had thought that he had deserted me, but he proved my thoughts wrong.

He was motioning toward me and was saying something that I couldn’t understand. But, it was very clear that he didn’t know where I was. Then he left again. I still don’t know exactly what he was trying to say to me. I was deep enough in the ravine that it would take about five minutes to walk back. Because of misinterpretation, I thought that if I was seen by the man, I would get in trouble.

I started a 40 minute crawl through bushes and weeds. I was moving slow because I didn’t want to get spotted. Eventually, I got out. I still laugh when I imagine the man trying to spot me from his back window and not being able to see me. When I made it back to my friends house, he told me his side of the story, then I told mine. He told me that the reason that the man was freaking out was because the police found a massive amount of stolen things in that ravine. I wonder why he didn’t tell me that when we were thinking of places to go.

After that experience, I try to learn as mush as I can about the place that I’m going and things happen for a reason. If I was seen by the man, the police would have questioned me about why I looked like Sasquatch and why I was in there. It turned out that he was looking for my through his window the whole time. If I wasn’t wearing my ghillie suit or moving so slowly, I would have been spotted.

My Favorite Mistake

Sometimes things get bad, to the point were you don’t want to try. Sometimes there are things we don’t want to deal with, or want to give up on. But do we stand there and take it like a man, or do run as far away as we can from it.

My mind was going crazy, and I didn’t know what to do. I was standing in the bathroom with my mom again like any usual day. But this time I was scared, my fear took over me. This time I decided I didn’t want to take it. I wasn’t going to let that bitch hit me any more. She beat me so many times before, and this time I didn’t want to feel the pain.

“Mom,” I said.

“What!”

I think I still have the hose by the house. I knew by saying that, she would let me go down and check it. She had been paranoid about it ever sense we had the flood in the basement.

“Hurry fast but then get your but back up here. If my basement is flooded, I’m going to beat the crap out of you. You got it!”

“Yes mam.”

I ran as fast as I could I didn’t even bother to check the hose. I grabbed my coat, and slammed the door behind me. I kind of hoped I slammed it hard enough, so the glass would shatter. But it didn’t.
I knew were I was going. I knew she wouldn’t bother to come look for me in the bushes of the banded house around the corner. She was too lazy to even get out of her car. So I laid down my jacket in a clear spot in the bushes and tried to sleep. Ants and mosquitoes kept biting me and I couldn’t sleep. It was about ten a clock in the morning when I gained up enough courage to walk home.

Mom was furious and beat me silly. Then for my punishment she made me sleep in the doghouse for the next four days. I was pissed for a while, but realized it was time to get over it. I then decided to never ever let my fear take over. I’m still glad I ran away, and I will never regret it. But I decided I wasn’t going to run from my problems I was going to stand there and take it like a man. And for every day after that I did. That doesn’t mean I should let myself get beat. But sometimes it will be better if you take it so it doesn’t get worse.

My Favorite Mistake

Have you ever met a couple that had a beautiful relationship the entire time that they were together? This year I saw the Titanic for the first time, it was so beautiful. There are so many so called “players” these days that lead me to believe that love doesn’t exist for my generation. I know that it’s possible to fall in love because I’ve seen it in my great grandparent’s relationship. They were extremely committed to each other from the beginning. I think that sometimes it’s hard to be committed to somebody because it’s You can spend your whole life chasing after all of the wrong people, having fun and breaking hearts or you can wait for that special person who gives you butterflies, says things they actually mean, and doesn’t flirt with you for all the wrong reasons.

My two great grandparents were born on the same day and they passed away within six weeks of each other. I’ve been told so many stories about what they went through for each other and if I could find someone who would be as committed to me as those two were to each other I would never let them go.

My Favorite Mistake

My favorite mistake was getting my tattoos. My tattoo is gang affiliated but there’s a story behind it I don’t want to forget. Everywhere I go people ask me why I keep my tattoos if they’re gang related and I am not in a gang anymore. My tattoo isn’t for the gang- anymore. The reason I keep them is because the day I got them my three best friends pasted away. That day I saw the life of my three loved ones leave their eyes.

It was two weeks after my birthday and 6 of my other friends and me were walking around. Chico, Paco, Juan, and me decided to separate and go bust some missions. When we came back I finally earned my tattoo. I was so proud to finally be able to represent my hood. We were on our way back to meet up with the rest and the when it happened. We saw our rivals. They pulled out guns and started shooting. My friend Juan pushed me behind a tree and then my friends pulled out their guns and shot back. The three friends we left caught up. Everything happened so fast that the time they showed up it was too late. I was sitting by all three bodies, bleeding. Juan was still alive telling me don’t cry. He was my best friend and boyfriend and now he was gone. I look around and I see my friends crying too. We lost three soldiers, three friends, and three loved ones. I gained a memory I’ll never forget.

My Tattoos now stand for them. I have three dots, 1 for each of them. In some way I feel connected to them when I look at my tattoo. I think constantly about getting them removed but it’s the only permanent thing I got along with the emotional scar and the nightmares every time I go to sleep. I got a bandana, a shirt, and I rosary that belonged to each of them. Anyone can take them away but my tattoos stay as long as I stay. And If I don’t quit for good with gangs ill die the same way.

My Favorite Mistake

I am Mormon But that doesn’t mean that I grew up in a perfect household. Even though my parents think so. A little background: I was adopted by a great very religious family. Yet they thought that they were perfect but, being a normal teenager I wasn’t perfect. That started my down hill spiral of my rebelling.

At end of the term, I had to bring home my grades and I didn’t have that great of grades. In fact, I had all f’s, and my parents weren’t going to be that happy when I got home. I started stressing out I had a lot of copings for dealing with my stress, but I chose the coping of stealing cars but I was thinking it out in my head saying I shouldn’t. I was trying to earn my relationships back with my family. But I didn’t want to upset them because I didn’t have good grades, because I was lying and forging my grades so that they would be happy with me and so that I got to go to Disneyland.

I wish I never had gotten in to the front seat of the car. I hoped in and found the key in my pocket and then I put it in and started. Then, I hesitated. Thinking not again I can’t my family needs me and they don’t have much left in them to help me out and get me out in the first place. So then, I turned the car off and hoped out. I started walking home. I got to the front door and went in. There were my parents. It was the end. I told them I needed to talk, so we went into my mom’s office.

I did it I told them the truth. I told them everything and they got pissed. We got into a big argument and the put me in my room. But my room wasn’t like a normal kids room, I had motion sensor alarm out side my door. I sat and then they came in and they started up another argument. Then, I walked out of my room out the door. I had done this before so they thought that would just go outside and cool off.

I walked down the street crying and pissed. I felt the key to the car of my neighbors down the street in my pocket. I started walking and I stopped. I thought some more about it. I loved my family and I didn’t want to any thing stupid again to put me further away from them, especially my twin. I loved him and I got so depressed last time I went to detention by stole a car and joyriding.

So I went to my friend’s house and tried to vent and cope with him but I didn’t have the best friends to vent with. He just made me madder and I walked a way even sadder and angrier. I walked do the street pulled the key out and I acted and I hoped in the car with a very messed up head and I turned it on I put it into drive and I drove away and I just kept crying and then I started going really fast and then I would hit the breaks so by the time I was going to put the car back and I realized what I was doing I couldn’t put it back I couldn’t go home I just stole a car and I started going down a hill and when I was getting to the bottom I had no breaks and I went through the street and I ended up hitting a trailer that was at the bottom of the street and I totaled the car and the trailer ended up on the grass of the persons yard. That is when I feel that I made the worse part of my mistake. Cops never lie to them they really don’t like this. They got there and I lied I told them that is got permission from my dad and that he just wanted me to go and put the car at the rental house. Then they called my parents and I ended up going to dt that day.

I really wish I had never hoped into that car. I also feel that if had never ended up doing what I did I would never be the person that I am today. I would still be the shy guy that I was. So that is why it is my favorite mistake is because I learned so much out of it.

My Favorite Mistake

When I was young I was in elementary school. It was the first grade and I was having a good day. We used to put our feet out of the minivan that we had. We did this every Friday. It was fun and I didn’t think anything bad would happen from it.

It was a normal Friday and we got picked up. We were on the drive way on the and I put my feet out like I did every Friday. And then my feet got caught under the tire of the minivan and my whole body rolled with the tire of the van.

I was in so much pain. So I took my shoe off and tried to make it so the pain would not hurt as bad as it did. So Sarah took me to the instant care. While I was there I saw my cousin and aunt there. I got it checked and luckily there were no broken bones.

I was told that it was in pain and was wrapped around in injury tape. I look at it know laughing at it and thinking how lucky I was to not get a broken bone and to think that I was actually lucky that I was not serisioully injured and that it just hurt a little.

I don’t know what to think if it was a chance of luck or if my foot was strong enough that it didn’t break. I was just amazed that it was seriously broken. I will never do this again because I could seriously break my foot so now I think before I act.

My Favorite Mistake

I learned that I have a big problem with lying to people when I am in sticky situations even though I know the truth will get me out of trouble. Here is one time that telling the truth could have helped me out. Late one night the summer of 2011, I was out going to get something for a friend of mine. Two o-clock in the morning three hours past curfew and I was riding my bicycle on State Street when a police officer pulled me over. He got out and him and me started to talk. He asked me what I was doing. I told him I was heading over to my friends house.

So we talked for a minute or two and he searched me to make sure I wasn’t trafficking pounds of crack. He found a pack of cigarettes and about fifteen lighters on me he took all of it. He finally told me that if he called my grandma and she knew I was out he was just going to let me go so her asked for her number and I gave him the wrong number. He called and it was the wrong number so he asked again what it was and I again told him the wrong number. After this he started getting irritated with me and threatening me that if I didn’t give him the right number he was going to arrest me. So good old d-bag Dylan again gave him another number because I wanted to push his limits. He finally just got it from dispatch and started yelling at me.

He called my grandma and asked her if she knew I was out. She told him no. When he got off the phone he told me I was getting two tobacco tickets, a curfew ticket, and my grandma was coming to pick me up. I was scared not because those tickets were going to get me put into detention, but because my grandma was coming to pick me up. I knew she was going to kill me for this.

This is a lesson I have put into my life don’t lie to anybody because you usually get into more trouble. Telling the truth will help you get out of a predicament sometimes. Don’t lie even if others lie to you.

My Favorite Mistake

Have you ever wondered if the grass was greener somewhere else? That your life could be perfect because you would be going to a place where no one knows you? Yeah, me too.

I was the kind of girl that fought with her parents, drank on the weekends, and really didn’t care about a thing. I had never met my real mom, and I was almost sixteen. I thought if I left home and went to meet her, that my life would be so much better. I guess some of us have to learn the hard way.

So, I started my journey to Missouri to meet my dream mom. She was absolutely nothing that I expected. Everything was great at first. We went to the creek, went shopping, and tanning. Ya know, just normal daughter and mom kind of stuff. I loved my little sister and my little brothers. We clicked from the start. But of course, no real story has a happy ending.

We started fighting about stupid stuff. And I started ditching school and smoking pot. I hid it from her, not like she would really care, but I still did. She found out I was ditching school and she freaked out. I blamed it on her coming home at three in the morning and always having the kids. Yet, I didn’t really care, I would just throw parties when she was gone.

We got over that and started drinking and smoking pot together. Perfect life right? Yeah, not really, she started partying with my friends too, awkward. I hated it, they were my friends not hers. She tried acting like the teen-ager and I had to be the mom, to myself and to my brothers and sister.

One thing led to another, and she started tweaking, and I was becoming an alcoholic. The kids, they were starting to become neglected, by my mom and me. It’s starting to sound like the perfect life right? Accept the lying and the drugs.

Anyways, it turned out life was not greener on the other side. I ended up getting kicked out and driving from Missouri to Utah. I learned that you can’t run from your problems no matter how hard you try. People aren’t always what you expect and nothing will be perfect just because you leave some place and go to another.

My life is still not perfect, but I am trying to make the best of it. I now try not to run from things and I try to learn from my mistakes. I tried so hard not to be like my real mom, once I found out who she really was, but it turns out I ended up just like her. Maybe even worse.

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