Certain experiences can mark the beginning of maturity.

When time backs to that summer, I always remember the experience of playing truant

impressively. I was 14 years old and felt annoying about my mother’s chatter.

At the beginning of the summer, I chose the art course, but gradually, I lost interest in

it. My mother was angry about that, she repeated that I should be responsible for the

course I chose and forced me to go. Finally, a crazy idea came to my mind——to

escape the class.Next, I did this terrible thing throughout a whole month, going to

many places except the art class and it never be discovered.

However, my action was still found by my mother when she wanted to ask my art

teacher my learning schedule of the course.

After escaping again, I backed to home normally and saw my mother cooked. She

suddenly asked my what I did on toady class. I felt nervous but made a lie.

Rapidly, my mom walked to me and shouted, “ You never go to the art class, isn’t

you?”

“Isn’t you? You dare to lie to your mom!” She rose her voice angrily.

I stunned and stared at the ground, kept silent. I knew everything was

ended.Suddenly, she hit my check heavily. It was a very painful slap and my tears

across the check.

“I just don’t want to go.” I mumbled.

“What? You choose to have this class, but now you don’t go and waste money. It

have been hidden a whole month!” My mother said angrily, and hits me again.

“I just don’t want to go. It was too boring and tiresome. I’ve had enough!” I snapped
with crying, pushing my mother away and flowing to my room.

She did not say anything. During the following few weeks, there was only silence

between us. In the end, My mother helped me to cancelled the class.

After 1 year, I became a grade 9 student. The study pressure was quite heavy, which

made me busy all day without any rest. I had to have several extra classes that assisted

me to improve my score.

In a rainy afternoon, my mother urged me to go to math class while I was laying on

the bed for the break.

“I think it is time to go.”My mother stated.

“I don’t want to go to the class this time. Please help me to contact the teacher to

eliminate the class.” I shouted impatiently.

“But it is important for you, you have many exams next week.” My mother stared at

me and looked tired.

“It is not the point, I need rest...” I stopped, because suddenly the memories of that

summer came to my mind about how I escaped the art class and lie to my mother,

which made me realize something I did wrong. I started to go to the class, and it was

not worse than I thought.

It is probably the beginning of my maturity. I knew I have to be responsible of the

way I choose instead of escaping. Although it may not be interesting and always make

me painful, it is not reason that I do not want to face. Sometimes, I consider that all

the thing I do is for my parents’ pride, but I now clearly understand that I must assume

my family responsibility and my life responsibility.