Childhood, the only time where us adults were able to be carefree, happy & most importantly free from any kind of responsibility! I'm not saying that we can't have those feelings now, but oh boy that responsibility part is surely 100% inescapable!π But seriously though, i wish i could just turn back time, relive, redo or avoid the things i failed doing as a child.
I still remember that fateful day when i got busted by my father for forging his signature on a daily report book during my 4th year in elementary school. I was so afraid to show my parents what my teacher wrote on the description notes, so i decided to just forge my old man's John Hancock on it. My teacher wrote this in mandarin, 'θ―·ε«δ½ ηΆζ―ζ₯ε¦ζ ‘θ·ζθ°δΈθ°, θ°’θ°’!' Which translates to, please ask your parents to come to the school and meet me for a chat, thank you. Not scary at all right? Wrong! As a child and as a 'carefree' student, that was the embodiment of fear itself.
To make sure that i show it to them, the report book requires one of the parent's signature everyday on the bottom right hand side on a page where the teacher will check during classes the next day. Well that's torture & dictatorship if you ask me!π So that night, i looked for a few test/quiz papers that my parents might have signed before, locked myself in my bedroom & started to trace the signature onto the page! This is genius i said to myself, a genuine foolproof plan. I was even thinking of teaching this method to my classmates! Heck i was so confident i won't get caught, relief came pouring back into my system and i was able to breath freely again.
Before stashing the book somewhere in the room where my parents won't be able to find it, i double checked everything to ensure that the signature i traced looks real & legit. I was surely happy with the outcome of my 'crime', so i hid everything in between my bedsheets and mattress before going downstairs to have my dinner!π
Everything is in place & sorted so it seems. Little do i realize, i carelessly left clues of my wrongdoings during dinner. My parents kept asking if i have anything for them to sign for school tomorrow, i said no with a calm voice. I even told them that i accidentally left my report book in my desk drawer at school. My parents looked at each other, shrugged it off and continued eating dinner. Phewh! Dodged a bullet there surely, but my heart was still pounding hard & fast like a double paddle stroking a bass drum!π But my calmness and lack of pressure under the situation was going to be my ultimate downfall.
After dinner, i sticked to my normal routine and watched tv without any care of what's happening around me. Then all of a sudden, my old man called me over to the dining table. Oh snap, what will this lead me to? Oblivion or heaven for the ignorant? I obliged and slowly walked over. As soon as i'm near enough to be able to look at what he has placed on top of the table, my heart sank and fear came at me at lightspeed. What i saw was my death sentence!
There, on top of the table was my report booklet. My old man had this evil dead type of gaze fixed at me, i was so scared i literally felt my soul leaving my physical form. At the same time my body froze & cold as ice. I wasn't able to utter a single word for every question hurled at me. I was blank during the pummeling, perhaps fear even drove my senses away. There's nowhere to run, nothing else that i could do other than tilt my head downwards. Then my old man said something that till now still lingers in my head, ''if you do this type of s*** again, i'd graciously bring you to the police station myself and let them put you in jail! But for now, my belt is the only punishment that you'll receive.'' He then further rubbed salt onto the wound by telling me that he easily found what i hid because the bed was not properly made. Amateur!π
I was careful but still i got busted for my actions. Turned out, the teacher herself already told my parents earlier through a phonecall regarding the proposed meet up. Her scribbling on my report book was only a small part of a larger ploy! A plot to determine if i am truthful enough to tell my parents what the teacher wrote myself, and i failed miserably! But the incident also knocked some sense into my head though, it reformed my young butt and made me avoid a life of crime! Thank goodness i got busted, i'd probably end up doing bigger, badder, more illegal things if it wasn't for that incident.
