Blog #10 : Keeping Secrets

I used to have a hard time keeping secrets to myself. I would hear something and promise that I wouldn’t tell and then as soon as I saw my best friend I would tell her. Recently, I’ve kept secrets, and I haven’t told anyone. Like last week, when one of my friends and I went for a drive and he told me some stuff that no one else knows. I’m the only one. Well, me and the people that were actually involved in it. I was really glad that he trusted me with it, and he told me that I was the only person that knows. By keeping this secret, I feel like I’m trustworthy.
But when a friend comes to me about something and asks me to not say anything, that’s what they expect. But sometimes, secrets need to be told. Sometimes the person is in danger or trouble. Usually, I keep secrets. But if something needs to be done and an adult needs to know, then I think it is right to tell. [thinking about the story above…I’m thinking that something bad could come out of this, and something should be done…but I don’t know I might just be over exaggerating…like usual]
If one of my friends told me that they were going to sneak out or something then I would try to talk them out of it, or tell an adult. If I were to tell someone a secret about something that was going to hurt me, then I’m sure I’d be mad at first. But down the road I’m sure I’d be very glad that I told that person and that they cared enough to tell someone.