I was always a trouble-maker as a child. I would always do things without thinking of the consequence, and once I realized that there would be one I would do every thing in my power to try and get out of it. The child that was me would avoid confrontation at all costs, but could never truly avoid it. This is the story of a little fourth grader and his sisters missing Halloween candy. Fourth grade was one of those years where everyone tries way too hard with their Halloween costumes and I was no different. I was a mummy whose mother had sewn an unreal number of cotton strands to a regular long-sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants.
I even had a hat with an extra long strand so I could wrap it around my face and neck. My sister wore just a pre-made Dorothy costume because she wanted to wear sparkly shoes. That Halloween night my sister went with my mother, but I went with a friends family because I thought I could get more candy that way. By the end of the night I came home with a lot of candy, but when I saw that my sister had more candy, being a little kid, I was instantly jealous and wanted to take some of it. I tried to say that it wasn’t fair that she had more and that she had to share, but it was not working so I gave up.
However, giving up was only temporary I schemed to take part of it one night at the end of the week. When the day came I tried hard to stay up until my parents went to sleep, and eventually I snuck out of bed and took about half of the Halloween candy and hid it in my room. When it was time that night for us to have a couple of pieces of our candy my sister discovered that some of candy was gone and she blamed it on me. Instead of taking the easy way and admitting it right there I denied it and played dumb, but it did not fool my parents, they knew that I had taken the candy.
At that moment I realized that I wouldn’t get away wit it, but for some reason I did not give in. Eventually, my parents looked in my room and found the candy, but I still did not give up. I tried to say I had no clue how they got there and that I was innocent, but it did not work. After some time I finally got in trouble and was scolded for not admitting to I right away and making the whole deal worse. I then realized that the reason I did not like confrontation so much was because I always made things harder than they needed to be so the final confrontation would be worse than if I just admitted to it right away.
