Misbehavior: Automobile and Consequences

Misbehavior
Every child misbehaves in their life. Whether it be one time or a thousand times. It teaches us a lesson. Without misbehavior we wouldn’t know what is right and what is wrong. Once we act and do something wrong, we learn and move on from our mistakes, knowing what the right choice is. In my life I have misbehaved and done numerous things that were wrong. However, I am somewhat grateful that I did these wrong things because without doing them and receiving consequences I wouldn’t know the difference between right and wrong. This essay is one example of how I have misbehaved at one point in my life.
In June of 2003, I was six, almost 7. I had the knowledge that I probably shouldn’t try and control a car by myself. However, I had been behind the wheel a few times and would control the wheel while either on my father’s or mother’s lap. I knew how to control most things, the gas, the gear shift, the seat controls. I also thought I knew how to control the brakes; however I might have been wrong. All of these things led me to believe that I could control the car without being supervised. I had some idea that it wasn’t right to get in the driver seat but I didn’t think the consequences would be that bad, even if I did succeed. I decided to do it.
My mom had just gone inside; she had left something in the house that she needed to get. She left the keys in the ignition. I saw this as an opportunity to back up the car. I made my way from the back seat to the front by jumping over the middle consul; I knew I didn’t have much time, so I tried to be as quick as possible. I put my foot on the brake, preparing myself for when I switched gears. As I shifted from park to reverse nerves suddenly came over me. I felt fear. Due to my nerves and fear I became overwhelmed and put way too much pressure on the gas pedal. The next thing I remember is me hitting a tree that was about 15 feet behind where the car was originally parked. As I panicked, I saw my mother, running out of the house.
My mother was going to be mad, I just didn’t know how mad exactly. I had made a mistake that I couldn’t take back. My mother however, was more concerned about me than the damage done to the car. She checked to see if I was okay, I was fine. Next she checked the back of the car where she discovered a HUGE dent. Surprisingly my mother remained calm and didn’t freak out like I assumed she would. I was then sent to my bedroom where I anxiously awaited my mother’s entrance.
Finally she came in and talked to me. I had consequences, but not too serious. I was grounded from seeing friends, playing video games, and watching tv or anything like that. I believe my consequences were not that bad and I am thankful for this experience. If I didn’t do what I had done I would not have learned this important lesson that I will always remember.