One summer when I was ten years old, my brother and I received a wonderful gift—tennis rackets (球拍) and balls. We had never had the opportunity to play tennis, so this was exciting. However, there was one problem—the small town we lived in did not have a tennis court (网球场).
One Saturday morning my brother said, "Hey, I've got an idea. Let's take our tennis rackets and balls to the school and hit the balls against the school building. "
"Great idea! Let's go, " I agreed, not realizing what a lesson we would learn.
When we got to the school ground, no one was around, so we began hitting our balls against the side of the building. "I'll hit it the first time," my brother suggested, "then you hit it the next time. We'll hit it back and forth to each other." So we began taking turns hitting the ball, getting more confident with each hit. Actually, we became pretty good at returning the ball and we were hitting the ball higher and faster each time. Suddenly, the unexpected thing happened—the ball got out of control and went crashing through one of the upstairs windows, leaving lots of broken glass on the ground. We looked around and no one was in sight except there was a guard sitting there over a distance.
Quietly, I asked, "Now what should I do?"
"Well," my brother answered, "no one saw us, except that old man down there. And he probably can't see this far. "
"He probably doesn't know who we are anyway… Let's go home," I added.
As we picked up the rest of our balls and went home, we discussed whether to tell Mom and Dad what had happened. Would we be punished for our mistakes? Would every penny we had saved go to pay for the window? Or just keep it a secret? We thought about all these things all the way.
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But that decision was made the moment we walked into the house.
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On Monday, my brother and I went to school.
