This is my essay for Stanford... I am not sure if I answer the prompt properly... Please help and critique on the essay. Thanks in advance. :)
Back when I was seven years old, my family and I were living in India. One morning when I was getting ready for school, I dropped my pencil on the ground near the bed. As I went to grab the pencil, I realized that there was a small box under the bed. I pulled out the box and saw that it was all dusty and dirty. I took a towel and wiped the box and then I opened the box slowly because I was thinking it was one of those boxes which when one opens, a clown pops out. As I opened the box, nothing popped out and in the box there were a lot of coins.
I pulled out the coins and put it in my bag making sure that my parents did not see me and I put the box back just the way I found it. When I went to school, I was so excited because this was the first time that I had some money which I could spend on anything I wanted and the best part was that my parents did not know. During the short 15 minute break, I went to the school cafeteria to buy some food but realizing that I didn't have a lot of money and that I wanted to buy something for the next 10 to 15 days, I bought mango ice cream and I happily ate it. That was when I realized how much apparent freedom money could bring to people and for the next 10 days, I bought the same thing never getting bored of it and never realizing I was slowly running out of money.
On the 11th day, I reached into my bag to pull out some money as usual and I found that I had a few coins left but not enough to buy a mango ice cream. I just ate my lunch that day and when I got home, my parents were sitting on the sofa speaking softly to each other. As I passed them on my way to my room, my father asked me "Did you take money from home?" I replied "No." He kept asking me the question over and over again and I kept saying no. After about saying no 20 times, I said "yes". My father said that he knew that I had taken the money from home and that I should not lie about such small things like taking 10 rupees from home. That day, my father taught me an important lesson which was to always be honest and it is a life lesson which I feel is useful and I will never forget it.
Back when I was seven years old, my family and I were living in India. One morning when I was getting ready for school, I dropped my pencil on the ground near the bed. As I went to grab the pencil, I realized that there was a small box under the bed. I pulled out the box and saw that it was all dusty and dirty. I took a towel and wiped the box and then I opened the box slowly because I was thinking it was one of those boxes which when one opens, a clown pops out. As I opened the box, nothing popped out and in the box there were a lot of coins.
I pulled out the coins and put it in my bag making sure that my parents did not see me and I put the box back just the way I found it. When I went to school, I was so excited because this was the first time that I had some money which I could spend on anything I wanted and the best part was that my parents did not know. During the short 15 minute break, I went to the school cafeteria to buy some food but realizing that I didn't have a lot of money and that I wanted to buy something for the next 10 to 15 days, I bought mango ice cream and I happily ate it. That was when I realized how much apparent freedom money could bring to people and for the next 10 days, I bought the same thing never getting bored of it and never realizing I was slowly running out of money.
On the 11th day, I reached into my bag to pull out some money as usual and I found that I had a few coins left but not enough to buy a mango ice cream. I just ate my lunch that day and when I got home, my parents were sitting on the sofa speaking softly to each other. As I passed them on my way to my room, my father asked me "Did you take money from home?" I replied "No." He kept asking me the question over and over again and I kept saying no. After about saying no 20 times, I said "yes". My father said that he knew that I had taken the money from home and that I should not lie about such small things like taking 10 rupees from home. That day, my father taught me an important lesson which was to always be honest and it is a life lesson which I feel is useful and I will never forget it.
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