A long time ago, when I was in the third grade, a boy named Ryan needed a jacket. The season of winter had come upon us and I was going to do a lot of good things so I could get a lot of presents. I had brought two jackets because the day before, I left one in my bag. I saw this as an opportunity. I offered the misplaced jacket to him and he accepted my offer. A week had passed, and Ryan still had not given back my jacket. I had started to become curious with what he did to it. I told my mother about it, and she told me to ask Ryan for his mother’s phone number. My mom and his chatted for a time, and I soon found out that Ryan had merely forgotten about the jacket. We then met up with Ryan and his mother at a gas station, he would have gave
