A stupid joke When I was a child, I made a joke for my grandmother. My grandparents lived and live near me. So, one day, I don’t remember the reason, I thought a particular joke for my grandmother. I think I was 10 years old. It was morning. I took a sheet of paper and I wrote a letter to my grandmother. In the letter, I wrote that she had no more money in the bank and I wrote that the letter had been personally written, because it was very important . To make it look more real, I used the envelope of the bank (it was arrived a few days ago, and in the envelope there was our name and address; my parents opened the envelope without destroy it, so it was simply to use it again). I used formal verbs (how I was so clever!) and I wrote in a different way, because she could understand my child writer. It was so perfect! I felt so cool! I put the letter in our mailbox. When I saw my grandmother took the letter, my heart started to beat so fast. It was my first real joke; I thought it was so perfect. My grandmother went to house with the letter and after few seconds I listened scream. Oh. My. God. I was so scared. Only in this moment, I realized that my grandmother could be a heart attack. I was so stupid; it was a horrible joke for her! I guess (but I do not remember very well) I immediately told to my mother the reason of scream. She run to my grandparent’s house. My mother spoke with my grandmother, she told about the joke (and I thought she told that she had an asshole daughter). Then, the part more difficult: I had to apologize. I felt so guilty. Actually, I thought I was so good to write the letter (I was only 10 years old!), and the same time, I thought how I was so stupid. I apologized. And I “do not know” the reason, but I have never seen anymore my grandmother take the letters from the mailbox. From that moment, I stopped to make joke, I hate surprise. I hate surprise parties. And when I want to buy a present for someone, in most cases I told him/he the present or a few clues.