Fire Ring


The time was around dusk, me and my brother were starting to have a water balloon fight down at the lake next to the boat lift. My brother being bigger than me was pasting me with balloons and breaking them all on me. As things progressed, the balloons got more and more speed and after an hour we had none left. I told my brother that he had to go fill more because I was too tired to run up all eighty-six steps to fill more. So following orders, he ran up all the steps and was gone out of my sight. I played around in the water for about five minutes watching all the little sun fish play around by my feet. I stood there trying to catch one with my hand, and it poked me with its fin. Waiting impatiently for my stupid brother to get back down from the cabin bringing the water balloons, I heard one big thud like something had hit the ground. I didn’t think anything about it and I resumed playing with the fish in the water.


About ten minutes go by and my brother still hadn’t come back down with the balloons. I thought he was just playing a joke on me like he always did and was just going to stay up at the cabin and leave me down here by myself. I got my towel and dried off and started walking up the stairs. Halfway up I heard my mom’s truck start and my grandma freaking out. I got to the top of the stairs and saw a bunch of popped water balloons on the sidewalk next to the fire ring that my mom and grandma had just set up.
My grandpa came out carrying my 12 year old brother to the car while he had a towel wrapped around his foot.

I asked what happened and my grandpa pulled the towel off my brothers foot to see that it was gashed open and there was blood everywhere. I felt sick right away and my stomach dropped and I thought that I was going to faint, I ran inside scared and in shock. My grandma told me the story about what had happened and she said, “Your brother had all the water balloons and tried to jump over the fire ring on the sidewalk and caught his foot on the edge, he tripped and fell to the ground and opened up his entire foot. I felt terrible my brother just got his vein on his foot clipped and he might have to cut off his foot. Sitting there at the cabin sick thinking about what could happen I heard the front door to the cabin open. My grandpa came in walking with him in my arms again. This time his foot was bandaged and wrapped up.
I turned and looked and said, “So?” shrugging my shoulders. My grandpa turned and looked at me and said your brother will be fine he only has seventeen stitches in his foot and they will be gone in like two weeks. My heart got warm and I was happy that my brother was still going to have his foot. I apologized to him for making him go up and get the balloons and doing this to him, but after all it is my job to torture my little brother.