An Example of Immaturity

A very long time ago a few friends and I thought it would be fun to demolish an older looking bike that was left in the field at school. I don’t remember if we knew it had an owner or not but destroy we did. And the next morning we found ourselves in the Principal’s office, being asked: “Why would you do that?” We walked out of the office with that question on our minds, a sour feeling in our stomachs. The question remains to this day, I don’t ask it of myself much anymore, as I have grown mature enough to see the stupidity.
You’re probably wondering where all of this is coming from as it was only a week ago when I was telling you how much you mean to me and how much I’m going to miss you. Well, my Sister had to fill out her second statement for the police at the age of ten. The first report was because of some creeper following her home (I’m just gonna go on record in my parenthesis here and say that 30 year old guys who’ve “got it” for a 10 year-olds need to be tarred, feathered and left to slowly waste away in a horrible death.) The reason for her second statement was because when she was playing at the park with her friends a group of kids came up and stole the cell phone she was carrying. When she confronted them they said they didn’t have it. Which was the truth, but only because they had shortly before snapped it in half and thrown it into the field. My sister ran to my Aunt and Uncle who were close by who went after them. My family didn’t catch up to them, however, the Police did and the foster parent of the hoodlums agreed to pay for the cell phone.
The 3 thirteen year-old girls, along with a boy of the same age, were able to feel superior to my sister 3 years their junior for about 10 minutes. And in return had to deal with the Police, owe us over $300 and will probably suffer the consequences over the summer, assuming the foster-parents know how to do their jobs. It is very unfortunate that these children are, most likely, from broken homes and that they probably have never really had a chance. I wish that somehow there were something someone could do to prevent kids having to grow up thinking that being rude is the cool thing to do. I feel like a father figure sometimes with my sister and I worry she might get caught up in that group that will, unfortunately, last until the end of High school (don’t worry, their powers start to wear thin as you get older.)
Since I’m pretty sure that the influence I have over people is very little, if at all and even then it is only over people who are within a two-year range of me, I won’t drive this point over and over again. But, if you are looking to have kids in the future I beg you to make them see that making someone feel less significant isn’t an accomplishment. Or who knows you might just be the Father/Mother of the next school bully.


-Teck

Edited: We worked it out!