Many years ago, I was a very naughty girl and always wanted to go out with friends. At that time, it was very rare to find me at home except eating and sleeping time. After school, I often went around with my friends or sometimes alone. But you know it's like a daily habit, I couldn't stand if one day I didn't go out on my bike, really. I remember there's an expression like this: "The horse's legs get used to running" and that's my situation. So, in order to satisfy my habit, I often told lies to my parents, but I know that they knew. They just didn't want to make things serious. And I also knew that if one day they couldn't keep calm anymore, what would happen to me? …
