This happened two or three years ago, on a hot summer day. I was as friendly and polite as always with anyone around me at that time, that's how I had been raised. I was outside, playing with my friends, when one of the kids stopped near a red car and said:
"Oh, look, the window of this car is broken! Wow! We can steal things!"
We tried to explain to George that it was not a right thing to do and he concluded that there was nothing to steal anyway. When we least expected anything to go wrong, he took out a match, lit it and threw it inside the car.
Of course, being afraid of a possible explosion, we ran away. A neighbour had seen the scene and called the Fire Department and the Police, because the car was already on fire. It was a shocking view and everyone began to move their cars at a considerable distance from the huge torch.
Ever since then I have started to choose my friends more carefully. I dislike getting into trouble as that boy did.
