My Summer Story: My First Violence

    When I was young, I didn't have an idea that I must not hurt other people. On 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 any other people. I would 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 my bicycle in my neighborhood as usual. For a few moments, I got off of it to tie my shoestrings. When I raised my head, I found that my 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. 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 threw a stone at him! When the stone hit him on the head he stopped immediately, and he came back to me with the bicycle. As I took a closer look at his head, I saw that it was bleeding where the small stone had hit him! Because I was young, the blood made me afraid and nervous; so I wanted to tell him sorry. Before I could say sorry, he said, "I will not tell my mom you hurt me if you don't tell your mom what I did either." Without my answer, he went to his house crying.

    Because I was too shocked, I stayed there for a few minutes until my mom called me from out of the window. I now thought my friend's head was more important than my bicycle. I learned there was one specific thing more precious than my bicycle: a person and their life. All living things are the most valuable in the world. Nothing can replace a life. My mom still doesn't know this accident, but I know the sanctity of life.

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Teacher: Megan