"Is this a bad idea or a good idea?"
I thought a little longer and said
"It does not really matter so I am going to do it anyways."
I went outside and ran through the pouring rain to the garage and unlocked the door to the garage and went inside. I grabbed a bat and a baseball. Then I ran back inside of my house.
I started to play inside with the bat and ball. It was going really well until WHAMMY! I hit the baseball with my bat and the ball soared across the room and hit a giant picture frame! At that moment I knew I made a mistake. I was super scared that my mom and dad were going yo be really mad at me because i broke the frame. I did not know what to do so I just hid all of the glass under a blanket and when my dad came into the room i acted like nothing ever broke. My dad asked me
"Where did the picture frame go?"
There was a long pause and then I finally lifted up the blanket and showed my dad the broken glass. All he did was give me the look that told me that I was in trouble.
The next day I woke up feeling that I was going to get hollered at by my dad but I didn't. I was not getting yelled at, I was not getting called and nobody was mad at me. I got out of bed and went into the kitchen to find my dad. He was in there making breakfast for me and my family. He was acting like nothing ever happened. I was so relived that I was not in trouble.