Biting is a No No

If I could change one thing that has happened previously in my life I would change the day in fifth grade that I bit a girl named Deliah. This would be the only thing I would change because every other event in my life has shaped me to be who I am today, and I do not want to risk changing me for the worse. During lunch one day in fifth grade I sat next to my neighbor Deliah. I cannot remember why I bit her, but I remember leaning over and biting her arm. She started crying and so did I. We left the lunch room to go to lunch, and our teacher spotted me with glorious snot running down my bright red face and asked what was wrong. Because I did not want to get into any more trouble, I told her everything. I was sent to the office where I cried for another 45 minutes. Eventually when everything was said and done, I avoided any real trouble. My principal knew me and my family, and knew that it would not happen again. This event was like a shadow following me around for the next three years. Guilt weighted me down just thinking about it. If I had not bit Deliah, she would probably turn out much the same as she is today. On the other hand, if I had behaved myself I would have more peace of mind. Looking back now I think it was a childish thing for me to do, and I would gladly take it back if given the chance.