Deep in Thought

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It was a cold winter’s day and the snow was falling from the thunderous sky above. The clouds were black and the air crisp. As I looked out the frosty window, which was cold to the touch, the first thing that came to my head was my grandma. My grandma is an elderly woman suffering from dementia at the age eighty-three. She is living in a sixties style bungalow which was far too big for her as she only uses about two of the rooms; one for sleeping in and one for eating and watching television. I thought I’d walk to my grandma’s house, as she would be lonely and scared. As I stepped out my front door, locking it behind me I thought, “I must be careful where I stand as the ice is thick and deep.” I walked cautiously out of the street making sure I was steady on my feet and wasn’t going to fall. I was wrapped head to toe with clothing-my eyes were the only part of me showing. I felt like the abominable snowman, as I was the only soul on the streets. It was ludicrous how in the whole of Paisley there wasn’t one person or animal or ever noise on this day. Not one! I saw no children, heard no birds and smelt no fumes; it was almost as if I was the only person left. I was now within a couple of miles of my grandma’s house, my feet wet, my throat dry and my body cold. The wind crawled up my spine as I began to shiver. Suddenly the weather took a dramatic change for the worst. The thunder roared like the dominant lion, the lighting flashed and hailstones the size the size of golf balls began to pound my already weakened body. At this point I felt unable to carry on in my journey in the snow. As I turned the corner I was once again filled with joy as the sight of my grandma’s house brought back memories of hot chocolate and marshma... ... middle of paper ... ...ase, yet I said nothing, even when the dog’s life was at risk. I was forced into submission when the vet found sharp objects that looked like pieces of glass in his stomach; I had to tell the truth now. I took a deep breath and told my gran, she looked so upset and was extremely disappointed in me. Although Butch recovered well and Gran never mentioned another thing about this incident, it is me that has to live with my actions and the outcome that could have been fatal. It took a few months before I released the full extent of my stupid actions and the possible consequences. Being responsible for causing emotional and physical pain to another was such a heavy burden; I however did learn a very serious lesson from this. I learned it is easier to tell the truth no mater how difficult it seems because the result of not being honest could be disastrous.
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