My Amost Epic Fail

As with most people, I am not perfect. I make many mistakes. Some are epic, and then some are not so epic. In my defense, is it not our mistakes that help shape us into the person we are today? I myself have been shaped by the countless mistakes I have committed in my brief past. One such incident that comes to mind is my first infatuation, Tara Basterson. Because I have the power on this blog, I have changed the names of the characters in my story. I met Tara my second day in Kindergarten; then she was absolutely beautiful. I was a decently handsome boy, if I do say so myself. Both of our mothers taught at the same school, so every once in a while we would go outside and play on the playground after school.  I being a boy, and her being a girl, did the natural thing that boys and girls do; we snuck into the woods right beyond the fence. As we headed off, we saw this path through the trees. After a bit of walking, we became convinced that this was the trail of Johnny Appleseed. After all, who else would walk through the woods? We ended up exploring the whole trail, and found the highway. Disappointed we didn’t find the remains of Johnny Appleseed, we headed back to the school playground. Come to find out my mom was outside looking for us. When we reached her she gave us the usual interrogation, “where were you,” “What were two doing,” and “did you take your vitamins?” Her questions were normal, and I answered with the normal answer, “uhhh.” She then saw my new jeans, covered with grass stains. More out of anger for my grass stains then the fact Tara and I ran off together, she started to be me in front of Tara. I, being the natural boy, started crying in front of Tara. She would never again see me in the same way. So my mistakes have shaped me. I will never again believe that Johnny Appleseed was buried in those woods. That was my mistake, obviously. I have sensed learned to wear extra padding before the beating commences.