When I reached the church steps, I looked back again. T. J. was still there, an indistinct blur blending into the gathering dusk, and I began to think that perhaps he would not go with the Simmses. But then the rude squawk of the truck's horn blasted the quiet evening, and T. J. turned his back on us and fled across the field.

How best could a reader make a text-to-self connection for this excerpt?

A by thinking about a time when one was worried about a friend’s choices
B by listening to a friend’s story about learning how to drive a truck
C by thinking about a time when one wanted to be with friends instead of family
D by listening to a story about a bad decision someone made that caused problems