I never truly took it that seriously that being honest with someone could truly help you. I learned my lesson with it and I'm glad that I did. Maybe next time I will be a little smarter and actually tell my parents what I'm doing, instead of sneaking around.
For the past weekend, my parents and family friends, Tim and Kim Aldighetti, have been camping at a campground that we usually go to. We made s'mores, breakfast, and dinners together. We usually do things like that together. But last night was a little different. Tim A. had the idea of slow cooking a pork loin covered in his secret recipe, and my dad slow cooking chuck roast covered in garlic pepper rub.
We spend hours and hours working on watching the meat and cooking vegetables. Finally 6:10 p.m rolled around, the food was finally done. Tim, Kim, Meredith (Tim & Kim's sons girlfriend), my father and mother, and I sat around the picnic table covered in the meat, corn, baked potatoes sliced with butter, squash with butter and maple syrup, and grand rolls with honey butter. As we sat there and ate the large and somewhat intimidating meal, I received at text from a friend. They wanted me to go into town and spend sometime with them. Me being me, said yes.
I told my parents that I was going to the movies to go see a very close friend. I knew if my parents knew what I was actually going to do, they wouldn't let me and I wouldn't want to not go and see the friend. I had my parents all convinced, my father drove me to the friends house, around 7:20. I walked towards the door, my father sat in his truck... waiting. Another person I knew opened the door and sealed my fate as he shut the door. I gave my friend a hug, even though we had seen each other on Thursday. I looked out the window to see my father still sitting and waiting in his truck.
As me and my friends hung out, time was slowly ticking away, but I was having fun as it did. Finally midnight came, everyone was tired. My friend and I went upstairs to go and sleep, as the other person stayed downstairs. We laid together and talked for awhile. Finally falling asleep what seemed like an eternity later.
I awoke at little after 5:00 a.m I knew that my parents would be driving through soon to go home and get ready for the day. I texted my father telling him that I had been up since 4:15 a.m, with the original friend I said I was with, because a health condition of hers had started to reoccur. He said that he would be around at 5:35 or so. I told him that it was all good.
Once my father and mother picked me up, the interrogation had begun. They both asked me a million questions in under 5 minutes. I had to think of lies to get them off of my back. I ran my mouth like a motorboat trying to think of things to say. Once we were back to my house, my father went on Facebook to check if the original friend had said anything about being together and/or the thing that we were supposed to be doing. He quickly realized that no we hadn't been hanging out and that I was lying.
He looked at me and asked only an one word question. And it was,
"Why?"
I looked at both my parents and told them the truth. I had to it was the right thing and I didn't want my parents not trusting me to do anything with my friends anymore. When I finally explained everything in detail to my father, he had a changed expression on his face and said,
"I'm glad that you told me the truth, but I'm mad that you had to lie about it just to go and see a different friend."
I knew exactly where he was coming from with it too. I knew that telling him what had actually gone down, was the best and only option I really had. After telling him everything, I felt way better.
I just want to throw this out there, this isn't a punishment from my parents. I wanted to tell everyone this story because it made me feel better that I didn't have to lie to make my father and mother believe that I was being a good kid. I might have at first, but I quickly realized that telling the truth got me and my respect level a whole lot further.
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