When I was young, me and my brother never got a long and till this very day we still don’t like each other.When I was about five years old and we live in our old house in Lawrence, I decided to make it the worst day for my seven year old brother.The old house was twice the size our house now.The basement was probably the size of my house now.The old color of the old house was brown then we painted it aqua.The backyard was full of things to do but we always got bored because we did the same thing every day.When we weren’t home playing with our things, then we were always having dinner and helping my grandma around the house.

When we went outside on that sunny day, we were jumping on the trampoline having one of the best days we ever had. It turned into one of the worst days for my older brother.

When we were done playing on the trampoline, we decided to go into the garage.I found a little hammer and decided to hit him in the head with it.I don’t know why I wanted to hit him with it. I thought it would have been funnier.He hurt me right after like he usually does.He threw me on the ground and started kicking me. I couldn’t get up.When he stopped, I got up and ran as fast as I could to try to make it to the house, but I was too slow and we went back to the beating. I had welts the size of my baby turtle.

A couple of hours later, we went back inside.I said to him” don’t touch or pick up my baby snapping turtle” because it might bite you.He didn’t listen and stuck his hand in the container and picked him up.The baby snapping turtle wiped his head around and nicked his finger.He dropped him so I had to put him back in the container.He almost got my finger to if I wasn’t holding him right.

Then we went back outside to play. About 5 minutes went by then we were called in to eat supper.That night we ate some good old fashion fried chicken.I had a thigh and a drum stick.My brother had two thighs a drum stick and a wing.On the side was potatoes and carrotes and we also had to have a little of both.

Around 6 after we ate, we went back outside and decided to go in the attic in the garage. We had to be careful because the floor was rotted.He decided to open the door that lead to nothing but about a 20 foot drop he said“Don’t try to push to see what it looks like”I said”Why not nothing bad will happen” he said “ if I get pushed it would be the last thing I ever did”I told him”ok” then I pushed him out hoping he would land on the trampoline.Well he missed the trampoline by about 6 feet and landed on his back on the cold hard ground.
I ran down to see if he was ok.He was crying a lot and my parents came out.I told them what had happened.We never ended up going to a hospital but he was just fine.He ended up just going to bed because he wanted that day to be over.If you don’t believe this then you can ask him and he will say yes then show you the dent in his head from when I hit him with the hammer.