To be honest, I used to be very absent-minded. As a result, I lost many things in the past. One time, my bike was stolen, and what happened afterward was even worse. One day, my friends and I went to a government office to get our paperwork stamped. At that time, we were young and naive. Instead of parking in the designated lot, we left our bikes right in front of the office, thinking that nobody would dare steal them under the officers’ noses. Shockingly, the opposite happened. When we finished our paperwork, my bike was gone. I couldn’t understand why someone had chosen mine—it was the ugliest and cheapest of the three bikes. I went back inside and told the officers what had happened, but they couldn’t do much to help. Feeling sad and worried, I went home with my friends. When I told my parents, they advised me to be more careful. Since we didn’t have much money, I couldn’t get a new bike right away. For the next few months, I walked several kilometers to school every day, hoping a friend would pass by and give me a lift. Then, one day during class, the principal walked