Choosing the Wrong

Choosing the wrong can be so easy some times. When I was little I found out where my parents had hid Larisa’s and my gifts. I decided to tell Larisa where they were. I was going to have her go and see them and then she would tell me what they were. She got caught in the act and she got in trouble. She said that I had told her where the gifts were and had also told her to go look at them and then tell me what I got. I managed to get her to believe that I had no part in it and it was a figment of her imagination. I have regretted that for a long time. But at the time it was so easy.