When something is done wrong ...many things can go wrong. I am going to mention here only three of the general things that can go wrong.

I guess we should agree first on what definition of wrong I'm talking about.  I'm not talking about honest mistakes, or those we can learn from.  If a recipe calls for 3 teaspoons of salt, and you add 3 tablespoons of salt ...well, I'd say you put in the correct ingredient in the wrong amount, and I'd call that an honest mistake.  Unless, of course, it was an uncommon circumstance with an uncommon person ...who did it deliberately because they didn't like the person they were cooking for.

That's kind of an odd example, but that's the wrong I'm talking about ...one where you know it's wrong. There are two categories of this also ...whether you knew in advance that it is wrong, or realized afterwards.

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One example was with a friend of mine and myself.  We were old enough to drive a car, so it's embarrassing to admit we were old enough and responsible enough to drive ...but we weren't wise enough at that age to realize what we were doing was wrong.

I spend the night at my friend's cottage.  It was really warm and there was heat lightning and we thought it was awesome the way the heat lightning lit up everything over the lake.  I guess I have to admit to more unwise choices, as we proceeded to swim throughout this period.  

We got up early the next day, which I believe was a holiday, and as my friend drove me home we noticed that the gift shop at the entrance of the iron mine tour had burned completely to the ground.  We drove up there, and being a holiday there was no one around.  My friend kicked around in the ashes, and began to find all sorts of souvenirs.  Something about it seemed exciting, like we were finding hidden treasures, but part of it seemed not quite right.  My friend had collected several things, then picked up a frying pan ...saying, that my mom could use that.  After a while, he must have convinced me, as we took a bag of the stuff.  

The next day, my mom saw the frying pan and asked me where it came from.  I explained it to her, and what she explained to me really embarrassed me.  She said the stuff was not just going to be bulldozed away, that the souvenirs could be salvaged and cleaned up.  

I felt really bad ...and stupid.  I told my friend, and we got all the stuff together to return it ...but it was still the holiday weekend, so nobody was there.  We left a bag with the stuff in it with a note on the seat of a tour tractor.

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Dad tells a story about how he and his brother had several fields to plant corn seed in.  Back then, they hand-seeded it in the rows ...and the rows were long.  They had been working most of the day, and must have felt they'd not left enough time for play ...yet they still had quite a bit of seed left.  Their dad had said to plant all the seed ...so they dug a deep hole at the end of the field, and buried the rest of the seed.

What they hadn't realized is ...they had dug a deep hole for themselves, though it would be a while before they realized it.  Since the corn was buried so deep, it took a while to come up ...but it did come up.

And the question also came up ...which they admitted to.  I don't remember the consequence as a result of what they'd done ...but if I would ask Dad, he'd be sure to still remember that part.