I remember one time when I was in 3rd grade and I was messing up in class. I always got in big trouble in Elementary school. I was always doing something bad like talking in class or being bad on the playground. This time I was being rude to another student because she was messing with me. So I started being mean back and I got into trouble. I was scared to tell my dad because  I didn’t want him to know I was being bad in school. Through the rest of the day I was debating on If I should tell him or not. When the bell rang to go home I walked outside and I seen my dad. I walked to the car slowly thinking “I’m going to tell him just breathe” I was breathing in through my nose and out of my mouth when I got in the car he asked how my day was but little did I know is that he already knew and he was asking to see if I told the truth, and I did and he said he was proud of me. That made me feel good because i made the right decision to tell the truth.