The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Brooke Weir

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When I was younger my brother, Trystan, and I were so close and had the strongest bond. I always remember being by his side wanting to do everything he does. The best memories I have with him when we were younger are watching him play Grand Theft Auto and getting him to play Pretty Pretty Princess. These memories may seem weird and unimportant to some people, but to me they are huge. Waiting for him at the bus stop to come home from half day kindergarten was the start of our brother sister relationship.

With every joyous memory comes some very unpleasant ones. These ones tend to stick out more than others because they scared us both, figuratively and literally. There is something about the bad memories that stand out and make us laugh. The main one that I remember him doing to me was stabbing me in the eye with a garden shovel. This may of happened a long time ago, but I seem t o know everything that happened. I was four years old and Trystan was six. He got mad at me for wanting to follow him around so he went outside to get away. Me being the loving sister that I am, I followed him outside to see what he was doing. Before any words came out of my mouth, he brought his hand back and the shovel got me right in the eye.

When something happens to me I am the person to get even, no matter what. The one unpleasant memory that stands out to me about Trystan was when I took a flower vase to his head. I remember this so vividly because I was so mad and upset with him. We were playing Pretty Pretty Princess and he broke my crown. I got so upset because he thought it was funny, so I grabbed the thing closest to me and hit him over the head with it.

Over the years Trystan and I have learned to grow together again. We have so many inside jokes and good times. Having an older brother has brought out the best worst in me.