Treat others how you want others to treat you
Alyssa Palomo
Professor Braman
GEW
September 29, 2014
Treat Others How You Would like To Be Treated When I was a little girl, I would go up the people in wheelchairs or people carrying items or people who looked weird to me and ask so many questions. “Why are you sitting there?”, “What’s that you’re carrying?”, “Are you going to make balloons?”, “What’s that on your face?”, “Why do you have two different colors on your face and arms?” One Saturday, Mom took me and my sisters to the park for my mom’s co-worker’s daughter’s birthday party. I really didn’t know the daughter that well; I had just seen her before. I had to introduce myself to everyone who was there. The birthday girl was having a good time, and I was sitting at the table looking at everyone and talking to my sisters about the other people. I went up to the girls’ grandparents and asked them “Why do you have two different colors on your face and arms?” and I kept going on and on. My mom is a social butterfly and was having a good time meeting everyone when she noticed I was talking to the grandparents. My mom also knew I was asking those questions because she knows me. Then my mother can up to me at the table and told me “Alyssa, you need to treat others how you would want others to treat you.” I didn’t understand what my mom meant, so I kept asking questions. Since I was a little girl I didn’t know right from wrong. Whatever was on mind, I would just say it out loud. Even if the people I talked about could hear me. Every time I asked questions, people would answer in a sad voice because they looked down and pause before they answer. I was also the little girl who would not go to time-out or say sorry to others. I was so mean to my sisters and family. One day, my family was having a party and I was playing tag inside the house. My older sister was chasing me and I ran into the wall and I broke a picture frame.so I ran to tell my parents and I told them that my older sister did
Professor Braman
GEW
September 29, 2014
Treat Others How You Would like To Be Treated When I was a little girl, I would go up the people in wheelchairs or people carrying items or people who looked weird to me and ask so many questions. “Why are you sitting there?”, “What’s that you’re carrying?”, “Are you going to make balloons?”, “What’s that on your face?”, “Why do you have two different colors on your face and arms?” One Saturday, Mom took me and my sisters to the park for my mom’s co-worker’s daughter’s birthday party. I really didn’t know the daughter that well; I had just seen her before. I had to introduce myself to everyone who was there. The birthday girl was having a good time, and I was sitting at the table looking at everyone and talking to my sisters about the other people. I went up to the girls’ grandparents and asked them “Why do you have two different colors on your face and arms?” and I kept going on and on. My mom is a social butterfly and was having a good time meeting everyone when she noticed I was talking to the grandparents. My mom also knew I was asking those questions because she knows me. Then my mother can up to me at the table and told me “Alyssa, you need to treat others how you would want others to treat you.” I didn’t understand what my mom meant, so I kept asking questions. Since I was a little girl I didn’t know right from wrong. Whatever was on mind, I would just say it out loud. Even if the people I talked about could hear me. Every time I asked questions, people would answer in a sad voice because they looked down and pause before they answer. I was also the little girl who would not go to time-out or say sorry to others. I was so mean to my sisters and family. One day, my family was having a party and I was playing tag inside the house. My older sister was chasing me and I ran into the wall and I broke a picture frame.so I ran to tell my parents and I told them that my older sister did