Passed Down

My mother once told me a story about how she stole my grandfather’s car. When she was sixteen my grandfather told her she had to earn her own money to buy her own car. She thought this was fair and went out and got a job cleaning the church they attended on Sundays. My grandfather let her use his truck to get to and from work, but that was it. One night she came home from work and asked if she could go to a party at her best friend’s house. My grandfather asked my mom if she had a car to get there. She obviously said no, but asked if she could borrow his truck just this one time. He said absolutely not, and she stormed to her bedroom. My mom then decided that once my grandfather went to bed she would sneak out and take the truck anyways. So at eleven o’clock she snuck out the basement door and took the truck. She made it to the party okay and stayed until two a.m. On her way home a deer jumped out in front of her, scared her, and she swerved off the road. Consequently my grandfather found out that she stole his truck and he grounded her for two months, and made her pay for the damage.
The moral to this story is always think before you act. My mom would always tell my brother and I this story if we did something bad, like take the car without asking, have people over when the parents are out of town, or go somewhere I’m not supposed to be. My mom understands most of the things I do that I shouldn’t have done, just because she has done them once or twice in her day. Yeah, she still gets upset and I usually get grounded, but she will most likely laugh about it later on down the road. After all the times I have heard this story I don’t think it has changed in any way. However, my grandfather might have a different version to tell. My mom wants my family to grow up with good morals and values, and that’s why I think she tells stories like this one.