When i was a kid.
... before I left the door, to walk home directly after school and not to wander around the city as crime has been on the uprise lately. At that time, I loved to read books, but due to the limitations of content at the school library. One day, after I finished the whole entire section on dinosaurs, I decided I had to know more about T-Rex and had the Highland Park Public Library in my sights. After school, instead of following the path I normally do to get home, I instead detoured to 5th avenue where the library was located. I was shaking the whole time as I walked, partially due to the strangers that stared at me, and partially due to the fact that I just defied an outright order from my parents. I got to the library and was surprised by it’s home like atmosphere; tired, I sat on a couch, rested, and then read the various books they had on my giant lizard friends. Since my parents came home late at night everyday, I did this secretly for years and never told them, knowing that they would disapprove of my actions and berate me harshly. Although I was scared for defying them, I never stopped hiding and going to the library because I believed in my actions, although they were against my parents’ wills. I knew what I had to do, and did it for my desire to learn and to achieve. To this day, they still do not know. Another time I broke societal rules in order to do the things I believed was right, was when I was in my old apartment in Middle School. I was walking home from school and it seemed to be a ordinary afternoon in the fall- it wasn’t. Half a block from home, I heard swear words coming from a middle aged lady as she repeatedly kicked at an apartment door in frustration. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered with this sort of thing since from where I grew up, it was normal to see people try to break into homes to steal things. What was odd was that usually men do this sort of thing and women never get involved. Out of curiosity, I approached her and asked what was the matter; she explained to me that she was just about to drive to the JFK airport to visit her son coming back from Europe that in her haste, forgot to retrieve her car keys still on the desk. Her son will be waiting at the airport not knowing what had happened to her. When she finished, I expressed my deepest sympathy, and walked away since there was nothing I could really do to help her. As I look back, I could still spot the lady sitting down on the steps of the complex with her face buried in her arms. Now I was a nice kid; whenever someone is unhappy around me, I tried my best to help them out. In this case, I could not think of anything to lessen her burden. I walked and walked, and then stopped- I could do something. My mind flashed back a year ago when it was raining and I forgot my keys to the apartment. My friend whom I had walked with home everyday showed me a way to get into my home without keys. My heart was beating as I thought of what to do. I could get in major trouble, society could have me jailed. Nevertheless, I sprinted bac...