When I was little, my mom and sister and I would go with my dad when he had business trips to the mainland. 

Once, while my dad was working, my mom took us to an amusement park.  I wanted to ride the merry-go-round, but since you had to buy a ticket for it, my mom wouldn’t let me. She said I could watch it though, so I stood near the ride.

Somehow, I got in line and got on the ride, but I didn’t enjoy it, because I knew my mom would be mad. When the ride was over, a man came around to collect everyone’s tickets, but I didn’t have one. Since I was only about four years old, the ticket man didn’t get mad at me, but I felt even worse.Plus, when I got off the ride, I saw a policeman nearby, and I thought he was going to arrest me.