Discipline is a word I used to take for granted. I felt parents always over emphasized the important of discipline. I eventually learnt the importance of the word but I had gotten my self in trouble by then. I also learnt the important lesson "Discipline begins at home but it does not end there".
             My mother was a disciplinarian and always tried to enforce discipline in the house. It was then very unexpected that I would find my self in jail surrounded by three criminals. While I was in jail all I did was hope that somehow the three men would not notice me. "Are you alright"? one of the men asked me. One of the other two said "you took an awful beating by those officers". With fear in my voice, I replied what officers? The third man spoke, "I guess you would not remember with as many times as you were hit over the head". As I scratched the back of my head it slowly came back to me.
             Just twenty-four hours ago, my mother reprimanded me for skipping class and hanging out with friends. My father before their divorce had always addressed discipline. When he left it was up to my mother to try to instill discipline in the children. However it was almost an overwhelming task for a single mother to instill discipline into a sixteen year old. I was sixteen and thought I was always right. I waited till my mother drove off to work and then made some phone calls in an effort to find something fun.
             Everything seemed in order, my friend Jeff offered to pick me up. When Jeff arrived, we drove out to a liquor store to purchase some alcohol. It was important for us to have liquor, as it seemed to keep us happy. I purchased liquor with a fake identification card. The identification stated I was twenty-one years old but I really had five more years to get to that age. I purchased over five hundred dollars worth of liquor ...