An experience always becomes an unforgettable moment in our lives and more so when we get a lesson about them. In this chapter from our friend @zord189 he invites us to tell our craziest moment in my life, any one that can let us share with you.

For me to remember is to live, that's why the stories become even more interesting, I don't think I have lived a total madness in my life because thanks to God I always had the privilege of freedom from my parents, I almost always went out where I wanted as long as it was useful but we know that as teenagers or almost adults we always come across something crazy, even when we grow up we can do it is because it is best to take it with conscience and without harming a third party.

When I was sixteen (16) years old it occurred to a group of friends and I to make a visit to a beach near my town, we were all almost the same age all, we were 6 in total, so we got ready early and went out. While we were at the bus stop on our way to the beach we received a call from another group of friends inviting us to the beach, only in this case it was very far away. It was a total of almost 2 hours on the way and without thinking we said yes! It was approximately 9 in the morning and we decided to take another route without first consulting our parents.

On the way we realized that we almost didn't have any money, apart from that we were only accompanied by our student tickets which were almost free in Venezuelan transports but only on school days, there were buses that accepted it as long as they saw you were going to study and not to the beach, so what we said was: we returned early and that was it. The trip was quite tedious, once we arrived at the town called (Mochima) our friends came to pick us up by boat and we left, almost 12 people were there, we arrived at the expected place and we were received by their relatives, we had a good time and everyone was happy, the only bad thing was that the signal in that part was not good and only 2 of the group had a cell phone among those "I".

Mochima is a charming town, it is beautiful and its beach is incredible, we enjoyed a lot until we realized that it was almost 4 pm and we had to return, so when we decided to board "it starts raining " and so we could not sail because the sea was very high and there at that time began the anguish and fear to get to land safely and without calls from my mothers, we were all equally scared. After a long time the sky cleared and we managed to return, but when we arrived at the town there was a giant queue to get off the bus to my city, the calls from our mothers did not stop and the rain took us again, we were alone at that stop, without money and only with student tickets, which were not going to accept us.

In the middle of the queue we heard the bus man say: No more buses! So our heads thought the worst, I could see myself sleeping in the square for disobedience, how could we talk to the driver and he didn't want to bring us, people started shouting for us that we didn't make the queue but when the bus was about to start, we all looked at each other and without looking back we pushed our way in.

With almost no battery in the phone, it was almost 7 pm and 5 girls alone in the middle of the road, already being on the bus began to charge and we only with tickets, we gave it to the guy who charges and did not accept it, began to ask for your ticket and we as in the clouds, I told him to give me time and I was going to solve. I started to look at my cell phone as we were coming back, thinking:

In that moment of anguish I had to write to a sergeant of the guard with whom I took pre-military classes and who sympathized with me but I didn't even say "Hello" (laughs), he agreed to meet me at the bus stop where he would leave me the bus, pay our tickets and send me home in a taxi. I arrived at the place and there was Mr. Rivas, he was a 26 year old boy but very cool and of course he gave me my scolding, I just followed his lead.

We went to the checkpoint, waited for him outside and when he came out, I had already called a taxi that I trusted from him, he walked us to the door and said goodbye to me. I got home almost by 10:30 pm, I remember receiving the biggest scolding in my life from my parents in front of my friends.

With this experience all that remains is to thank God that nothing serious happened to us and at the same time to think that telling the truth on many occasions is necessary because no one assured us that we would be well. It was a really crazy moment that I lived and which leaves me with a life experience, we know that you only live once but we must know how to live, today when I meet those friends, who are still my neighbors, we only have to laugh and realize that before life was a little healthier than now.

For the realization of this contest I had several days thinking about what experience to leave them in my blog, and this was the most successful.

It's always good to tell our parents the truth about where we're going to be and even more so when you have as much confidence in them as I do.