Friday, October 5, 2012

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.

5 comments:

Jocelyn said...

Anger makes people do things they wouldn't normally do. I
had the worst grades so I would hack into the school computer and change my friends and my grades. I too was scared of confronting my parents. But in through all the bad things I've done I've noticed my family never left. I thought I didn't deserve then but love is unconditional.

Desirae said...

I also grew up in a Mormon home, but i definitely did not have the perfect Mormon family. I wasn't the perfect Mormon daughter either. Apparent ally if I am fighting a drug addiction. But we all make mistakes, no matter what religion we are.

Toni said...

I agree . Anger makes you do stupid things most the time. I ran away because I didn't like the way my parents were raising me, I rebelled against them and never did anything they asked me to do because I didn't look at them as parents, because my mom was n ever there and my step dad tried to help but I didn't want to be controlled because I didn't think he should have a right to control me since he was my step dad.. But to this day I regret running away, I hurt my family and put them through hell. I was just so mad and hurt because I was sick of fighting With them because I wanted to live my life the way I wanted too. But I only realized they were just trying to help, so I've changed. I take my anger out on other things rather then doing som etching stupid, I go for a run or something to cool off then I sit down with them and trying and come to a middle for all of us can be happy and have an understanding of each other.

Anonymous said...

I can relate to you with the whole morman-rebelling thing. I was also adopted and my family is LDS. You aren't alone in your position, I have chosen not to go home because I can't meet those standards either. Keep moving & loving your family. You've probably already learned what you need, stick with it and don't lose faith.

--Spencer

mckenzie said...

i know what you mean when you said you wished you never hoped into that car. i never stole a car, but i jumped into the front seat of destruction. And i wished i didnt.