The First Time I Disobeyed My Dad

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I always had, and still have, a very good relationship with my parents. Some things have altered slightly with time but not too much. I used to adore my father. Like most young kids, I thought that my dad was the best thing since sliced bread. My feelings began to shift some as I started to grow up. I began to have my own ideas, and no longer was he always correct. Sometimes he was simply wrong, and pointing this fact out to him sometimes got me into trouble. The punnishments for these deeds taught me more in the long run than they did at that time.

The summer after fifth grade was a big summer for me. I felt all powerful since I would be entering the Middle School in three months. I had no idea that not everyone felt that I knew everything in the world.

One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."

This was new. I wasn't really sure what to make of it. My father entered my room and told me that I was not allowed to leave my room for the rest of that night and all of the next day. He did not seem to be very amused when I pointed out that I wo...

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I made my decision to go home, because I had been out for almost two and a half hours. When I got home, I was ready for the worst. I made no secret of my arrival, and I didn't care if anyone saw me going back to my room. The strange thing was that nobody seemed to notice. My dad didn't even mention my blatant disregard for his order. I was ecstatic. I had just fought my parents for the first time and I had won. I figured that my dad must have understood how I felt about the issue and changed his mind.

Actually he had just realized that I should be the one to punnish myself. He realized that it was important for me to understand when I was wrong, and that I shouldn't need someone else to tell me. I am greatful for this lesson even though it took me quite some time to realize what he had actually done.
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