I was 10 years old and my mom had made Saturday a cleaning day and I was told I needed to clean my bedroom. It was a nice summer day and I was in no mood to be inside cleaning my room. My room was in our basement and the basement also had a door from which you could go out into the backyard, so instead of cleaning my room I snuck out to the backyard and started to practice free kicks with my soccer ball against the end wall of the house. The only windows there were some to

My memory of my punishment was simple in my house. My mother could look at me and I knew that was enough. However my father was another thing. My dad was a caring, kind and funny guy, but he had certain rules; don’t cheek and don’t lie. Sadly once, when I was about 10 ish, I forgot this and went to sit on the park field with my friends. My cover was that I was having a tea party at my friend Shane’s. I would be home for no later than 7.30. One thing led to another and I was