Hmm. Well i guess there is one that really stands out. I remember one time when I was ten. My dad had attended this anti-drug performance at my catholic school and I was embarrassed that he had showed up for some reason. There was this little show that the organization hosting the seminar did and afterward the parents of all the kids were invited to have lunch in the cafeteria. My dad had brought me lunch from a place that I really liked but for whatever reason I was mad that he was there and told him that he had to go. I didn't want people to know that I got lunch from outside of school because apparently it was against the rules and didn't want people to see me with my dad. Honestly I doubt anyone cared but for me at the time it meant everything. For whatever reason I thought I'd be teased by the other kids if they knew my dad had showed up (I'd later find out that many people actually loved my dad) I knew that I had hurt his feelings especially since he took time away from work to even attend and went through the trouble of getting something he knew I liked. He probably thought i'd be ecstatic that he showed and bought me some delicious food. I felt awful about it afterwards but never apologized to him because I was certain he would not forgive me. Looking back on it, I know he would have and would've just brushed it off. He is no longer on this earth and to this day I regret never telling him that I was sorry for how poorly I had treated him. I was being an ungrateful little brat and he never even said so much as a peep about it. I learned to always appreciate what others did for me after that and to never take my loved ones for granted. I know it's not so terrible but it still eats me up inside
