brotherhood (example paper)

From the moment I came into this world I have had a friend. Not just a friend, but a best friend. The type of friend that taught me right from wrong, wrong from right, and most importantly, how to be “cool”. From all of this, we have had a bond like no other. Some would say I was his shadow. Who is this friend? I am proud to say he is my older brother. It’s hard not to say having an older brother is more fulfilling than being an only child.
He was the third person to hold all six pounds and seven ounces of me. What best friend can you say has done that? Of course, I don’t remember anything before the age of five, but what I do remember is a childhood that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Growing up, we were both die hard wrestling fans. I mean absolute fanatics. Nothing was better than Monday nights, as any true fan would tell you. It consisted of changing back and forth from Monday Night Raw and Monday Night Nitro. Well, sometimes, it wasn’t that easy! If we wanted to watch wrestling, we had to watch it in the dreaded back bedroom (Mom never supported seeing grown men being hit over the head with steel chairs!). The cable for the TV was strip. Did that stop two diehard fans from watching wrestling? After all I was nicknamed Sting, and he was Hulk Hogan. The only thing that stopped us, was when we used our stash of duct tape for wrapping mom and dad’s Christmas presents. With the cable tightly ducted tape, there we were, crossed legged and staring at our heroes in action. During commercial breaks we would reenact the fights with our action figures (not dolls). Man we had it all! We had the ring, the action figures, and most of all, our imagination. Wrestling didn’t just end after Monday either. In our room, we put on a show for just me and him. Our only worry was who got to do the main event. Being the younger brother stepping down came with the territory. As usual, mom would come in write as the action was heating up and tell us to get in the bed. Two boys who thought they were big, bad wrestlers melted at the sound of moms voice and dads heavy footsteps in the background. Often times though, we rebelled. Mom would say it was because of the wrestling, dad would just say calm it down. If that didn’t get through to us, we took the whooping like our heroes did. The worst part of it all was deciding who got the whooping first. Sit back and wait it off or go first and get it over with? It was a lose, lose. If you go second you had to wait while laughing at your brother getting spanked, but you knew your turn was coming. If you go first, you knew you were going to hear your brother laughing in the background. When it was all over the first thing we did was argued who got it worse. Then we would laugh at each other’s girly scream. This always made us laugh but then it was off to bed with that feeling of knowing you had school the next day.
At the bus stop we were the coolest kids on the block. We were out there rain or shine. After all, we had people to talk to. I looked up to him and I guess this is why I felt so cool. When the bus would get there, we headed to the back. This is where he taught me how to stand up for myself, how to curse, and become aware of the people you talk to. It was like the closer you sat to the back the smarter you got.
At school and not in the same classes, I had no worries. Ill never forget being out at the playground and a kid his age was picking on me. He grabbed the kid up by his shirt and threw him in the sand.
It was me and him every day. We were a duo! Looking back at my childhood, it was like one long summer vacation. It was like having your friend spend the night every night. As we all do, he got older and mature, and about this time I finally became an older brother. He passed the torch and now I got my own little brother to take care of.