What you’re about to read is a non fiction story without the accuracy of my age, or the knowledge of the exact year the events took place. But I remember the important details.
I was about the age of 10 when a new kid enrolled at the school. This new kid we shall call Earl.
Earl came to the school bringing many gifts. After being friends with him a while, I realized he gave away money quite easily. He would give to whoever asked and to anyone he wished to impress. I love money, my friends loved money, so we became friends with Earl. Earl would give us money to buy toys and snacks.
One day, Earl’s parents showed up at the school. They called him to the headmaster’s office - and we, his friends, watched. Couple minutes later, a friend of ours was called into the headmaster’s office, and another and another till I was one of the few watching through the window.
The students walked out of the office and on the floor they prostrated. With a cane, they were punished.
They came back into the classroom crying and confused I was, so I asked why they were punished. Apparently, Earl, the good lord of the school, stole the money he handed us from his parents. And they were punished for receiving his wealth.
I was shocked that I wasn’t called into the office. Thankful because if I had been called, not only would I be punished at the school, my parents would also teach me a lesson after school.
My friend told me later on that day that they asked who else Earl gave money to - but as a good friend, he refused to give them any names. He saved me! And I’m still thankful. That friend’s name was Dotun.
After school, I walked into my house. My mother was washing the dishes and I began to tell her the story - but before I could get to the part where I received money from Earl as well, I saw the frying pan and kept my mouth shut.
Till this day, she doesn’t know.
Till this day, I’m thankful I kept my mouth shut.
The end.
Thanks for reading! I go through my childhood stories in my head - some good some bad - would I change a thing? At this point in life, no. Just thankful I didn’t have frying pan flying at me.
Till next time,
gkgaius
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