Research Paper On Blue Balloon

Blue Balloon The summer before my freshman year in high school I was full of a newfound confidence that can only be found in a fourteen-year-old just promoted from middle school. I was going to be high schooler, an “older” kid, a top dog. I spent most of that summer at my best friend’s house. So much that I bet the neighbors probably thought I lived there. Every day I walked the half mile to get there and we’d decide what adventure to have that day. On one especially hot day we decided to have a water balloon fight as a way to cool off like any normal teenager who doesn’t have a pool available. Yet, what started as a water fight quickly evolved into throwing water balloons at passing cars. We filled up our plastic cooler, lugged it out to
I launched the latex rubber balloon just as a metallic black Chevy Avalanche was driving past us. The balloon hit the back seat passenger door. I was terrified. The balloon did not pop. Instead it made a large thud as it hit the side of truck. The truck came to an abrupt stop and the back-up lights came on. That is when I turned and sprinted toward the house, my friend following closely behind. We locked the doors and hurried to the front room so we could watch from behind the white shutters, scared but curious. As the driver climbed out of the truck and walked up the path to the front door, we got a good look at who we were messing with. If you close your eyes and imagine any military soldier this would be him; Dwayne “the rock” Johnson, Vin Diesel just to help with the mental
“You aren’t sorry that you did it are you? You’re only sorry you got caught”. True. I don’t know why but since then that statement always resonated with me, especially through my high school escapades and adventures. Every time I was about to do something dumb (or possibly illegal) this deep loud voice would emerge in my head and I would rethink my action. Would I be sorry if I did this? Am I disrespecting someone or my family? Of course, that doesn’t mean it always stopped me from making poor choices, but it probably stopped me from making more poor choices than I otherwise would have done with the giant man acting as my conscience. That nameless man taught me about how you learn from your actions and consequences. Sure you can read about things in a book but it is the experiences that teach us the most about life. Whether by going to a foreign country, Ryan Lochte, where culture and laws are different or in my case, getting into trouble in my own backyard, you learn something valuable. Before the man turned around to leave, he threw the water balloon at the ground with water splashing our feet and shins. My confidence had shattered; I was still just a stupid kid. I realized then I was just going into high school as a freshman no less, the bottom of the food chain, the