It was a cold winter day and snow was falling from the thundering sky above. The clouds were black and the air crisp. As I looked out the window that was frozen and cold to the touch, the first thing that came to mind was my grandmother. My grandmother is an eighty-three year old woman with dementia. She lives in a 60s style bungalow which was way too big for her as she only uses about two rooms; one for sleeping and one for eating and watching TV. I thought I would walk to my grandmother's house because she would be alone and scared. As I walked out of my front door, locking it behind me, I thought, "I have to be careful where I stand because the ice is thick and deep." » I carefully walked out of the street making sure I was on my feet and wasn't going to fall. I was covered from head to toe in clothing – my eyes were the only part of me visible. I felt like an abominable snowman, because I was the only soul in the streets. It was ridiculous how in all of Paisley there wasn't a single person, animal, or sound that day. Not a single one! I saw no children, heard no birds, and smelled no smoke; it was almost like I was the only person left. I was now a few miles from my grandmother's house, with wet feet, dry throat and cold body. The wind ran down my spine as I began to shiver. Suddenly the weather changed drastically and got worse. Thunder roared like the dominant lion, lighting flashed, and hailstones as big as golf balls began to pound my already weakened body. At that point, I felt unable to continue my journey through the snow. Turning the corner, I was filled with joy again as the sight of my grandmother's house brought back memories of hot chocolate and marshmallow... middle of paper... ...ase, but I didn't say anything, even when the dog's life was in danger. I was forced to submit when the vet found sharp objects that looked like pieces of glass in his stomach; I had to tell the truth now. I took a deep breath and told my grandmother, she looked so upset and was extremely disappointed in me. Although Butch recovered well and Gran never mentioned anything else about this incident, it is I who must live with my actions and the outcome which could have been fatal. It took me a few months before I revealed the full extent of my stupid actions and their possible consequences. Being responsible for causing emotional and physical pain to others was a very heavy burden; However, I learned a very serious lesson from it. I learned that it is easier to tell the truth, even if it seems difficult, because not being honest can be disastrous..