My Favorite Memory

My favorite memory was when i was about 8 years old, and i went to my friends house across the street and they where about to go to a golf club place, and i wanted to go. and they told me to ask my one of my parents, but i didn't i went to my friends want to ask my parents. and then i went back in the car, and they asked me if i asked my parents and i told them that i did, and we left to go to the golf club place. and we got there and played golf for hours and hours. and now it was time to go home, this is when the bad part happens... when we get on our street, i saw about 5 police cars in front of my house. and i get out of the car, and i walk up to my house and a police man pulled out a picture if me and asked me if that was me, and i told him yes. and then he took me through my house to my parents. when i looked up at my mom, all i saw was tears dripping down from her face. and that very day i got in so much trouble. but the reason why i'm telling this story is cause i've learned alot from it, and it has tought me alot.