Rebellion

It's funny how many different forms of rebellion there are.
This is probably a result of the plethora of authority figures that crop up during our lives that we can rebel against.

One of my largest acts of rebellion so far in my life was, in fact, completely pointless.
I rebelled by secretly meeting up with boys.
In retrospect, I don't think my parents would have minded letting me hang out with these boys. But for some reason, I felt like I had to lie at the time in order to keep my friends.
I was in the sixth grade. On the weekends, I would go roller skating with my girl friends and we'd meet up with my best friend Colby and his brother. Colby didn't go to our school, I met him through a neighborhood friend.
We'd just hang out and roller skate, but I lied to my parents about it. I lied about who I was on the phone with all of the time.
I thought they wouldn't let me hang out with him. When I finally did and told them about it, I had to create another lie about how long I'd known him.

This experience of rebellion hasn't really affected me much, except at the time it taught me how to lie to my parents, and gave excessive amounts on unnecessary guilt.

The next time I rebel, I'm going to think more first if it's worth it.
My parents don't know I broke their trust, but I do. And it wasn't worth it to go roller skating.