At school we sometimes get into big trouble.
As children and at the beginning of school life, recess was our main objective, whether we could play ball as if we were going to jump rope, although usually boys liked to play ball and girls to jump rope.
My school didn't have a goal, it was just a makeshift wall that had two protruding posts and we imagined that these posts would be the limits of the goal.
The floor was dirty and the worst thing was that those balls were very light, but they still did a lot of damage.
On this imaginary goal there was the danger of a large window with very large glass, and at the slightest carelessness when the ball got too high, the ball hit the glass and then the teacher came to take the ball from us and give us a scolding.
One day when I called a foul, the ball went too high and this time the ball didn't just hit the glass, the glass broke while the ball was going with force. Immediately the teacher left the street.
The teacher wanted to know the culprit besides confiscating the soccer ball from us immediately.
No one was accused and we were grounded.
I went home thinking about it and the next day I thought it was good to take the blame.
First I spoke to my parents, told them what had happened and, despite being bothered, they noticed, warning me that I should have told the truth right away.
The next day I spoke to the teacher, she understood but said I had to fix the glass so my father bought the glass and put it on the window my allowance was to pay for the glass but I felt relieved to tell the truth.
