When I refused to Listen to My Parents.

Once I felt sorry that I didn’t listen to my parents’ advice. When I was younger, I used to go out with my brother and friends on the weekends. As I didn’t have my own car, I used to borrow my parents’ car when they didn’t need it. One Friday, after a hard day at school, I called some of my friends to go to a bar downtown. When I told my parents , they said it was too late and suggested I should go out with my friends the following evening. I didn’t listen to their advice and decided to go anyway. I drove to my friends’ place to pick them up. While we were on our way to the club, another car turned into my lane without giving a signal. Although I pounded on the horn and stepped on the brakes, my car was forced against the wall on the side of the road. When the car stopped, my friends and I got out. It was a miracle that nobody was hurt. My father’s car was in bad condition; it was like a sandwich. At the moment I remembered my parents’ words when they didn’t want me to go out. I had to spend all the money I had to get the car fixed and, of course, my parents wouldn’t lend me their car for a while. Next time, I will take my parents’ advice so that I will not feel sorry again.


>The first time you met someone who became important to you.

>An important moment in your life.

>A humorous experience.

>A time when you took responsibility.


6 Comments Add your own

  • 1. thais  |  August 23, 2009 at 8:11 PM

    When I did something that I wanted
    When I was around 10 years old, my dream was to go to a school that I saw once, I don’t know the real why for it, but I looked once to this place and I saw the people so happy inside this school and I thought it was a good thing. After this, I said to my mom I wanted to try to go for this school. My mom said it was a good idea, because this was a great school, but she said I had to take a test for this. I wasn’t discouraged, I was certain that I could enter that school and I wanted to take this test. But a lot of people told me and my mom that I couldn’t pass the test because I wasn’t prepared. But I didn’t mind, I took the test and now I am studying in this school.

  • 2. Thainá  |  August 23, 2009 at 9:34 PM

    Lost Nephew
    Once I felt very worried. I used to hang out with my sister and her husband. Last year, on one Saturday, my sister, my brother-in-law, my nephew, my aunt and I were at the zoo. When we arrived there, we didn’t see my nephew. He was lost. We looked for him around the zoo. After one minute we found him at the gate with the zoo’s guard. One minute passed like an hour. We were so happy that we had found him and at the same time so angry that he had fled away. In one of these days, we lost him at the beach. You know, he is very smart. And we will try not to lose him again.

  • 3. Pedro  |  August 24, 2009 at 1:38 AM

    My first uncle
    When I was 6 or 7 years old, I lived in Copacabana.I had a really funny neighbor, he was 60 or 65 years old and I went to his house all the time with my parents. He told me jokes and he always gave me presents, His name was Luis.
    One day I woke up and I asked my dad if we could go to Luis’s house later, and my dad told me that we wouldn’t go there that day, I said it was OK, but I was curious. In the end of the day my dad cleared my mind, Luis died, he had cancer in the liver, but I was a child and I didn’t know what the word “die” really meant. I thought we would see him soon, but it never happened.
    When I was 9 to 10 years old I discovered, my dad told me that Luis was my uncle. He was my “first” uncle, and the first person who became really important to me.

  • 4. Léo  |  August 24, 2009 at 6:02 PM

    Monkeys at the campground
    Once, I spent my holiday on Ilha Grande and it was amazing. Last December, I went with my brothers and some friends to Ilha Grande. This day, we woke up very early to take the first bus at the station. Because of this, when we arrived at the island we were very tired, and we still needed to walk a lot for finding the perfect camping site, and put the tent up. The best camping site that we found was at Lopes Mendes beach, and we camped there the first three nights. Those three days were pretty awesome. Lopes Mendes is a wonderfull beach, a real paradise, and every day when we woke up at 5am the beach was our beach, there was nobody else. On the fourth day, we decided to move on and find another camping site for spending the last night. We went to Santo Antonio Beach and we put the tent up in the forrest that swas in front of the beach. When the night was coming down, we lit the fire and went to sleep. When I was inside my tent, I saw big shadows passig in front of the fire, that made some noise. I was almost afraid, but then, I realized that those shadows, were just monkeys, passing in front of the fire. It was realy funny to be afraid about three or four little monkeys, just because of the shadows.

  • 5. BasqueteiroMaluco  |  August 26, 2009 at 11:38 AM

    Few days like a star

    Someday I felt like an NBA star. Two years ago, I traveled to Quissamã to play a basketball championship with my team, America Football Club. When we arrived in Quissamã, people thought we were simple guys, who play basketball like others, but after two days, when we won two games with like 50 points difference, they changed, people were thinking we were professional players, everybody wanted to talk with us, asked for our autographs and gave us gifts. At the fourth champinship day, a funny thing happend, a guy, with a big smile in his face, was comming towards me to thank us for last night, and told to me he had gone to a party, and when he said in the party that he was an America F.C basketball player, all the girls wanted to date him. I hope I will never forget my star days.

  • 6. Paulo Lima  |  October 21, 2009 at 2:57 PM

    What would you say to an introvet in order to help this introvet become more extroverted?


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