When I was twelve years old I offered my brother to steal my father car and took tour in the district. However, my brother was so excited to drive he was seventeen years old, but the problem was who going to steal the car key from my parents room. We had made deal, when my father come from work I'm going to steal the key. He always take a nap after hard work, that time I walked to their room and stole the car key from the basket. I got out of the room with huge fear, but I made it.

After that, I gave the key to my brother and he got into the car and I run so fast to open the gate for him we finally got out, so we even don't know how to drive but we knew one of our friend who can teach us. Fortunately, he was stood in front of the supermarket I called him Khaled get in rapidly. He drove the car to a place there was nobody lives there then he started teach my brother first and I drove the car I was screaming because I was so excited there was wall and I heading to it both my friend and brother are screaming stop stop I pushed the accelerator pedal instead of brake pedal then guess what I crashed it into the wall. We all were fine, but the head light, the bumper, and the front fender all broken. We went back and we dropped Khaled at his home then we had no idea how to persuaded my father.

In short, my father was generous and he forgave us and we felt so embarrassed for the big mistake, so I learned that was impolite to let me father down for doing things without his knowledge. In addition, I took that as advice and It's really changed my method behavior.