average.average six or seven children, we were quite on the smaller side.average household since I had three .


    oldest one of us all was the household’s biggest bully , my  sister Grace.Younger than her by a  is Daniel, followed by me with a four  gap.younger brother that’s five   than me but he’s not relevant.


    Well, there was a master bedroom as  that belonged to my parents that had its own bathroom and TV.


    your  someone would usually eat something bad and then we’ll all suffer from the consequences.


    room was a mess to say the least.beds in our , a  for every boy.room couldn’t actually fit three , we had to get rid of our  to make space for the third  or otherwise the  would be permanently closed and that would just be counterproductive.


    you would say “Hey why didn’t you get bunk ?


    came  is  rivalry.ceasefire, but those never lasted.


    He decided to have  compete to see who was the fastest between the two of , as  wanted  to go into their bedroom and grab his phone for a piece of gum.he gave the “Go”, I ran as fast as possible.antique , and that   had sharp edges.


    I had a slight lead in the race, but my older brother wouldn’t go down without a fight.table, and seeing the prize slowly vanishing from his grasps, he extended his hands and pushed.I stumbled as  faced the edge of the table.my life flashed through  eyes.I closed  eyes as tears threatened to escape, ducked down with the only this thought in mind.


    Me ducking down probably saved  an eye.


    a lot of possibilities.it stitched, so  of cleaning the wound on a daily basis until  healed up.


    that, all  had was to cover my eyebrow to not let  breathe the atmosphere--and  did  very magnificently.I transformed into a pirate.I was in first or second grade when  happened, and everyone would play along with .call  “Captain” in roll , my fellow students would give  worshiping glances as  too wished  could rock an eyepatch.


    Arrr!crew and ’We put our own twist to cops and criminals, ’d ride sandstorms with our fleet of bicycles and just have general fun.


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    store to buy snacks on their own, and upon entering the  some would leave their bicycle .zealots, had the bright idea to steal another kid’s .


    bicycle  stole belonged to one of our crew, so I just nodded to the idea.he lost his , won’t  come to us to help  solve the problem?we’d just give   his  and say ‘We caught someone with , so  beat  up and got  ’ and have  fall even more for us.It was simply flawless, and I couldn’t help but be proud of Dave for thinking of ways to increase these people’s loyalty towards .


    me on my  and Dave on a bicycle suspiciously similar to the one  was .he didn’t seem to recognize us.


    down his window and asked us from afar to stay still.We knew something was wrong, so Dave and I immediately peddled into a tight alley that a car can’t go through.down a real chase .We probably could’ve dealt with it if  left the bicycle somewhere and walked away, but  didn’t think of that at all.we thought of was how to lose the father.


    realizing that he lost us, decided to go down from his car and walk into the alley.you don’t get here now I’ll call the cops on  all!


    how ’s going to die in jail.How ’ll never eat candy anymore, and  much ’ll miss his PlayStation.I started to tear up as well as  thought of what’ll happen eventually.I thought of the countless times ’ve been told that if  were to ever go to jail, to never  the , despite  knowing why  should   the .I just leave it be and grab a brand new ?


    thought of that made  eyes start to  up as well, and because  was wearing an eyepatch, the  pretty much blocked  vision.I ran over a big rock that  couldn’t see and lost control of the , tumbling down and scraping  knee.


    thought of going to jail or the  pain that was running through  leg,  really started crying  eyes out.I was really a  huh.us, but was surprisingly kind.he first soothed  and asked  why  did what  did.He still didn’t acknowledge  however, which probably either added to my relief or made me cry even more.


    We explained everything incoherently to him while still crying, and  just nodded.He then took  to his car, and the little kid  stole the bicycle from was sitting in the backseat.He then told  to apologize to him, and that  wouldn’t do it again, and ’ll let  off.We did just that.


    I told myself that if  were to grow up, ’d be just like him.