MY WORST MISDEED
When I was 10 years old, I had a very stressful and terrible experience. It was a summer afternoon after I got home from my school on a very common and ordinary day. Ricardo, my best friend at that time, arrived at my home as always. “What do you want to do this afternoon?” he asked. I answered, “Whatever you want. We have the whole afternoon to play and have fun. If you want, we can invite Manuel.” He agreed and we went to Manuel’s house in order to invite him to play “Guanini.” We knocked on the door, but his mother opened it. She told us that Manuel couldn’t play that afternoon. We thanked her, and when we turned to leave the house, we saw on the floor a huge burlap sack that our neighbors used to play a Mexican sack race. My friend and I looked at each other and wordlessly we took it. Ricardo told me, “It is going to be good for something!”
Suddenly, when we were walking toward the street, a spotted cat approached us. It started to rub itself on our legs. Ricardo told me, “Hey Nono, I have a good idea. We should put the cat inside the burlap sack in order to scare it. Maybe the cat will become angry like a lion.” I agreed, and we threw it inside the sack. Immediately the cat started to meow loudly. It became very angry, furious, and moved around violently. We could see its sharp claws piercing the sack. We hadn’t expected this and we couldn’t open the sack because we had a lot of fear. If we liberated the cat, it might attack us. We decided to run toward a vacant lot at the back of our neighborhood since the cat was making a lot of weird and strange noises. Once we were there, Ricardo said, “What do you think we need to do?” I replied: “We need to make a knot at the top of the sack, leave it and run away.” But Ricardo felt afraid, and said, “If I open the sack to make a knot, maybe the cat could jump out.” We looked at each other and we agreed to hit it against the brick wall in order to make it unconscious. Ricardo battered it several times until the cat stopped making noises. We opened the sack but the cat was still alive! “Oh my God”!
The cat got out of the sack and walked with difficulty, but it meowed like a monster. My friend said, “We need to do something. We must kill it; if we do not, it will look for revenge.” Once again I agreed with Ricardo and we started to throw stones and huge rocks at it. We saw the cat’s eyes come out of its head. It was horrible and disgusting. The cat died; NO, we killed the cat!
I am not at all proud of what we did. I felt and still feel embarrassment and sadness because it was a very repulsive act that we perpetrated. The experience is something that I have never been able to forget. Even today, every time that I remember this experience, I feel bad.
Good job, Ruben!
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