My most imbrassing experience happened a few year ago, when i wa a gfrade 9 student. In those days, mybiggest dream was a red hat-a floppy cotton hat like the one my pop star idol wore in her video clip. I thought I would look great in it.
My father knew that, so on my birthday he gave me some money so that I could buy the hat for myself. I was extemely excited and decided tot go to the shop at once. I got on the bus and sat down next to a school boy about my age. The boy glanced at me and turned away. There was a sneaky look on his face but I didn't think much about that. I was busy imagining how I would look in the hat. After a while, I turn round and noticed that the boy's schoolbag was open. Inside it, I saw a wad of dollar notes exactly like the ones my father had given me. I quickly looked in my own bag-the notes had gone! I was sure that the boy was a thief. He had stolen my money. I decided not to make a fuss and take my money back from the schoolboy'sbag, saying nothing about this. I looked around the bus to make nobody was wathching, then I carefully put my hand into the boy's bag, took the notes and put them in my own bag.
With the money I bought the pretty had of my dream. When I got home, I showed it to my father.
"How did you pay for it ?" he asked.
"With the money you gave me for birthday, of course, Dad" I replied.
"Oh? What's that then?" he asked, as he pointed to wad of dollar notes on the table.
Can you imagine how I felt then?
My father knew that, so on my birthday he gave me some money so that I could buy the hat for myself. I was extemely excited and decided tot go to the shop at once. I got on the bus and sat down next to a school boy about my age. The boy glanced at me and turned away. There was a sneaky look on his face but I didn't think much about that. I was busy imagining how I would look in the hat. After a while, I turn round and noticed that the boy's schoolbag was open. Inside it, I saw a wad of dollar notes exactly like the ones my father had given me. I quickly looked in my own bag-the notes had gone! I was sure that the boy was a thief. He had stolen my money. I decided not to make a fuss and take my money back from the schoolboy'sbag, saying nothing about this. I looked around the bus to make nobody was wathching, then I carefully put my hand into the boy's bag, took the notes and put them in my own bag.
With the money I bought the pretty had of my dream. When I got home, I showed it to my father.
"How did you pay for it ?" he asked.
"With the money you gave me for birthday, of course, Dad" I replied.
"Oh? What's that then?" he asked, as he pointed to wad of dollar notes on the table.
Can you imagine how I felt then?