If I could go back and change any point in my life, I would go back to the moment I decided to take a tip when I was young. It was at least 6 years ago on a early saturday morning; The outside air was clear and brisk, and the birds were quiet. My mom used to own a dance studio with a friend of hers from college. Her studio was called “The Dance XChange”, and they had been running it together for years now. They had been good enough to win a lot of trophies and prizes from their dancing skills and from competitions. Every year my mom would go to a dance recital, which is kind-of like a dance competition but I have no idea what the difference is. Since it took a long time for the dancers to do their thing, there would always be concessions during the different performances. I was around 9 years old when my mom decided that it would be a good idea to let me sell concessions to people. These recitals usually lasted a good fraction of the day, about 10:00am-3:00pm or 4:00pm, and there was always a lot of dancing (as you may have guessed). I do not fully remember what the place looked like, but I do remember it was a school with a lot of hallways.Before we started concessions, I had my friend there, Jacob. Jacob and I did a lot of wandering around the school, even though we weren't supposed to. We didn't know what else to do so we walked around and opened people's lockers and stole their pencils; I don't know why but we thought it was really funny. We hung around with some other older kids, and they were talking about some pretty bad things for being middleschoolers, not even I said some of the things they said in middle school and I was a little obsessed with swearing at the time because I thought it was cool to do that. Getting back to the main story, Jacob and I decided to keep wandering around the school. Jacob was a kind of mechanical type you could say, he saw things and he could figure out how they worked. Jacob and I found a sod