Dear Diary,
When I was around 9, I had a little of an oopsy daisy moment. It was a dark and spooky night, I was trying to fall asleep but something was bothering me. I had this eerie feeling that someone or something was watching. I would also hear a few scratching noises every couple of moments or so. This may have been a bad experience for any kids but it worsened by the fact that I saw something at the corner of my eye. It looked like a wild beast that was ready to devour me whole. I was scared out of my skull and I wanted to yell for my parents but the good boy in me knew that causing a ruckus in the middle of the night would disturb my parents slumber and better yet, get me in trouble. A few moments passed by of me being tortured by the glares of the treacherous monster in my room and I thought to myself, stop being a weeny and take the beast down. You’ll be deemed a hero and be on T.V. for your heroics. Well, I listened to my conscious and ran straight for the monster breaking anything in my path. Once I finally reached the beast I gave it right hook. I missed. I punched a hole in the wall and started screaming for help since I happened to be stuck. My parents came rushing in and turned on the lights. It turned out that the mighty beast that I was about to beat was actually a plushy and instead of being a hero I ended up looking like an idiot.
Every time I ponder on this moment I think of the many things that I could have done better. I could have called for my parents. I may have looked dumb for calling them to face a so-called monster but it would have been better than me punching a hole in the wall. I could have faced the “creature” in a more reasonable manner by just turning on the lights. But, there was some good that came from it. I learned a valuable lesson to never jump to conclusions like I did when I thought a monster was in my room. I also learned that I shouldn’t try to be hero and take down monsters.
When I was around 9, I had a little of an oopsy daisy moment. It was a dark and spooky night, I was trying to fall asleep but something was bothering me. I had this eerie feeling that someone or something was watching. I would also hear a few scratching noises every couple of moments or so. This may have been a bad experience for any kids but it worsened by the fact that I saw something at the corner of my eye. It looked like a wild beast that was ready to devour me whole. I was scared out of my skull and I wanted to yell for my parents but the good boy in me knew that causing a ruckus in the middle of the night would disturb my parents slumber and better yet, get me in trouble. A few moments passed by of me being tortured by the glares of the treacherous monster in my room and I thought to myself, stop being a weeny and take the beast down. You’ll be deemed a hero and be on T.V. for your heroics. Well, I listened to my conscious and ran straight for the monster breaking anything in my path. Once I finally reached the beast I gave it right hook. I missed. I punched a hole in the wall and started screaming for help since I happened to be stuck. My parents came rushing in and turned on the lights. It turned out that the mighty beast that I was about to beat was actually a plushy and instead of being a hero I ended up looking like an idiot.
Every time I ponder on this moment I think of the many things that I could have done better. I could have called for my parents. I may have looked dumb for calling them to face a so-called monster but it would have been better than me punching a hole in the wall. I could have faced the “creature” in a more reasonable manner by just turning on the lights. But, there was some good that came from it. I learned a valuable lesson to never jump to conclusions like I did when I thought a monster was in my room. I also learned that I shouldn’t try to be hero and take down monsters.