I hardly get in trouble, but when I do, I admit to what I did wrong and won’t do it again. The worst thing that I did that still haunts me to this day, was when I was five years old. When I was a kid I hated taking showers so I would refuse to take them. Sometimes I would even hide in closets to get out of taking a shower. One day I was hanging out with my cousins and we were playing basketball. My dad came out of nowhere and started to shout at me to go in the shower. So out of fear that my dad was going to beat me, I ran away from him and started to wonder around the neighborhood around San Pedro at 10th street. To me wandering around San Pedro was like roaming a jungle in the dead of night. I walked around San Pedro until it became dark out. When the sun started setting I wanted to go home my little mind was racing about the possibilities of going homeless or getting caught by the police. death didn’t come to my thoughts because I was just a little kid so dying or being kidnapped  wasn’t in my brain at the time.

I decided to take refuge in a bank that was really close to my home, in fact it was on the same block. I went into the back door where all the receptionists park their cars and head in. Now that I think about it, the door wasn’t locked so anybody could have walked in, and that’s what I did.

The receptionists were pretty surprised. they didn’t expect some random child walking in on them.

They took care of me, because they thought that my parents must have forgotten about me. Their was one receptionist that was very nice to me and she gave me crayons to draw on paper while they waited for my parents. When my parents didn’t show up they started to ask me questions like who are you, and where do you live. All I said was my name since I didn’t know where I lived at the time since I was like five years old.
While all of this was happening my parents went all over San Pedro having my cousins parents look for me. it was a big mess. They even looked for me at the port which was very far away from where we lived.

When the bank started to close down the receptionist started to call the police telling them that there was a abandoned boy in the bank. So out of nowhere a bunch of cops came by surrounding the front of the bank as if there was somebody robbing the bank.  With all the commotion, my parents caught wind and started to go to the bank too.

In the end I walked out of the bank with the cops. Once I stepped out of the bank my mom went into a fit of tears asking me to come back to her. Like the child I was, I ran towards her. When the ordeal was over, I got scolded from my parents and got sent to my room.