My First Violence

    When I was young, I didn't have an idea that I must not hurt other people. At my fifth birthday, my father gave me a bicycle. I really liked the bicycle, so I was always riding it outside. I thought it was more important than any other things or anyone. I could do everything for my bicycle, but a few days later, I realized that I shouldn't do one specific thing.

    One summer, I was riding it in my neighborhood as usual. For a few moments, I got it off, and I just tied my shoestrings. When I raised my head, I found that the bicycle was gone. My friend who lived next door ran away riding my bicycle just for fun, but I was seriously shocked and upset. At that time, it was the most embarrassing situation in my short life. I didn't know what to do, and I thought 'I have to make him stop, and I have to give him a shock.' First, I yelled at him to stop going, but he ignored me and continued. Do you know what I did next? Believe it or not, I throw a stone at him! The stone hit him on the head, then he stopped immediately, and he came back to me with the bicycle. As I took a closer look at his head, I could find that his head was bleeding because of the small stone! Because I was young, the blood made me afraid and nervous, so I wanted to say him sorry, but he said first. "I will not tell my mom you hurt me, so don't tell your mom what I did instead." Without my answer, he went to his house with crying.

    Because I was too shocked, I stayed there for a few minutes until my mom called me out of the window. I thought my friend's head was more important than my bicycle. I learned there was one specific thing more precious than my bicycle. It was a person or a life. All living things are the most valuable in the world. Anything can't replace a life. Actually, my mom still doesn't know this accident, but I know the sanctity of life.