“Grateful for Honesty,” Friend, Mar. 2010, 30
One day my family was at a rummage sale. I saw lots of things I liked, but I got bored. I started to play around, and I accidentally broke a clown doll. I felt bad and wanted to run away, but I stayed and talked to the lady who owned it. My dad took me home so I could get some of my own money to pay for the doll. The owner was grateful, and I was too. I had been honest.