Most people have points at which their life completely
changes. It may be a death, a birth, a
bankruptcy, or a lottery win. There is
no end to the possibilities that may be a point at which life goes in a
different direction. For me, the main
one was when I finally decided to stop being sneaky. It took years of punishment, lots of talks
interspersed with crying, and a few times of my little brother doing what I
couldn’t to finally make me do it.
I was around five when I started sneaking. It began with books and a huge bag of
Skittles. My little brother and I were
sleeping in a bunkbed in a room with a bathroom on the other side. I had already started reading books in bed,
using a flashlight and my covers. Then I
decided that reading in the bathroom was probably a better idea (less likely to
get caught) so I dashed over to the bathroom.
I knew Mom and Dad were already asleep, but I was cautious anyways. Then, as I was reading the book, I remembered
Mom’s big bag of skittles, which she had in her desk. She would hand them out every time we
finished a class. An idea popped into my
head – get the skittles, get in the bathroom, read and eat skittles. It worked for two days – then Mom noticed
that Skittles were disappearing from the bag.
As I liked Skittles more than Aden did, She suspected I was the
culprit. That night, she waited until
midnight, reading a book on her device, then silently made her way to her
desk. She opened the drawer which
contained the Skittles – lo and behold, they were not there. She peeked into the room, saw that I wasn’t
in bed, and checked the bathroom. That
whole time, I was completely unaware that Mom was following my tracks. I was sitting on the toilet, holding a book,
with a bag of skittles by my side, as my jaw began to hurt from too much
chewing. Outside the door, Mom waited
till she heard a bag crinkle, then burst in the door. Her eyes went from the bag, to the book, then
to the startled face above.
A week later, The drawer was locked, but I had found the
key, and got the skittles anyways. I was
discovered again, about three days after that.
The most recent deliberate one (where I knew I was likely
to get into trouble) was about two years ago.
We had guests over, so everyone was very tired and my little brother was
downstairs (the guest claimed his room).
Laying in bed, I decided “tonight would be the night.” Having a flashlight and book handy, plus
thick covers (despite the time of year), I tucked into the book, waiting for
everyone to go to sleep. After the
clock hit eleven thirty, I slowly got up and “went to get some water.” I was really checking If anyone was up. No-one was, though, so I forgot my water,
went back into my room (we had separated my brother’s and my rooms about three
years before), and waited another thirty to make absolutely sure everyone was
asleep. At midnight, I crawled onto the
stairs down from my bed, tiptoed over to the schoolroom door, and tuned the
knob. It was unlocked; I was in. I settled down on a chair near the door, turned
the volume way low, and started up the videos.
I watched until about two thirty in the morning, decided I should go to
bed, and turned the TV off. I crept back
to my bed.
The next morning, Mom found the remote in the wrong place
(on her chair; that was a big mistake) and called me in. I had been doing stuff like that for six
years, so it was kinda obvious that if the remote was in the wrong place, it
was probably me. so she called me in,
and since I was already grounded on Blackout (no toys, games, electronics, etc,
etc.) she made it even longer. I had
already been on punishment for a while, so this final week made that length
over one straight year of blackout. (It
wasn’t worth it.) That final blow broke the camel’s back – I repented
(somewhat) and mostly discontinued my sneakiness.
From that point up to today, I have been weaning myself off
gaming videos (though I do still screw up occasionally) and asking permission
to do stuff like play videogames almost all the time now. That YoB (Year of Blackout) was what finally
forced me to discontinue my psychotic sneakiness. That was the main turning
point of my life; when I changed for the better after years of sneaking.