“Don’t do this! You are too young for that! Follow all these! Stop doing that!”, aren’t these phrases too familiar? Have you ever felt so dejected with all the prohibitions and precautions society has established for us? Do you ever feel longing for that kind of freedom and independence that you have been dreaming of ever since? Well, I have and I have no regrets doing it for since then, it had been the best years of my life. Our parents had always been there for us since the start of our lives, and they have been guiding us all throughout our years, however, occasionally their guidance is a bit too much. Personally, at first, my parents were always so strict with us. They always reminded us that we should always immediately come home after
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They started drinking the bubbly brew with ease and poured another after drinking the first. I said to myself, “How could they even do this? What amount of satisfaction and pleasure does this yellow beverage bring to those who drink it?”. I felt so uneasy, uncomfortable and troubled. I wanted to know for myself. I stared at each one of my friends who were drinking as they chugged each glass of ice cold beer down their throats. I had enough. I couldn’t stand and watch myself slowly be eaten alive by my anxious curiosity. Hence, when one of my friends was about to drink his glass of beer, I snatched it from his hand and without any hesitation, drank the whole thing. My friends were having trouble processing everything that just happened and looked at me with all astonishment. After sorting out the events, my friends applauded as loud as my ears could ever hear. We all laughed and hooted as we all knew; this was the start of my rebellion. The sweet and savory taste of my first rebellion. Sipping on the glass of ice cold beer has become my first escape from the chains of my parents’ infuriating restrictions. Slowly, one glass of beer turned into two and continued adding up until we’ve all gone wasted. We couldn’t have another drink. We were all drenched from all the bottles of beer we have already
They started drinking the bubbly brew with ease and poured another after drinking the first. I said to myself, “How could they even do this? What amount of satisfaction and pleasure does this yellow beverage bring to those who drink it?”. I felt so uneasy, uncomfortable and troubled. I wanted to know for myself. I stared at each one of my friends who were drinking as they chugged each glass of ice cold beer down their throats. I had enough. I couldn’t stand and watch myself slowly be eaten alive by my anxious curiosity. Hence, when one of my friends was about to drink his glass of beer, I snatched it from his hand and without any hesitation, drank the whole thing. My friends were having trouble processing everything that just happened and looked at me with all astonishment. After sorting out the events, my friends applauded as loud as my ears could ever hear. We all laughed and hooted as we all knew; this was the start of my rebellion. The sweet and savory taste of my first rebellion. Sipping on the glass of ice cold beer has become my first escape from the chains of my parents’ infuriating restrictions. Slowly, one glass of beer turned into two and continued adding up until we’ve all gone wasted. We couldn’t have another drink. We were all drenched from all the bottles of beer we have already