Sowing and Reaping
It seemed innocent enough at the time. I had just come home from high school and told my mom that I was going to a friend’s house to play volleyball. She insisted that I stay home and do my homework. Instead, I slipped out the back door and spent the next 2 hours making tackles and touchdowns in my friend’s backyard. But on the last play, I was tackled into a swingset and knocked out my front tooth. It hurt like crazy, but not as badly as telling my parents.