Chasing my brother
Chasing My Brother
by Vinicius Jacintho-Lisboa
About 2 years ago, on a nice sunny day at my grandmother's house, I was trying to make my baby brother walk on the grass. The day was very sunny. So sunny the water in the pool was warmer than the water coming out of the shower. My grandmother's house in Brazil is a very small one story with a very big front yard. My grandmother's front yard is huge it contains a pool, some flowers, a garage, a place for a barbecue, and a medium-sized patch of grass. The patch of grass contained a little tree, some rocks, and roses.
My baby brother was very small about one a half years old. And we were playing near the grass in front of my grandparents house. My brother was very little and so annoying he stood at about halfway up my thigh. My baby brother had recently learned to walk so I was helping him improve. About three months ago he started to walk so my dad had to put barriers on the stairs so he doesn't tumble down or climb up.
When it hit me, I remembered that my baby brother was afraid of grass. I never knew why my baby brother was afraid of grass. Maybe because it was spiky. I obviously had no idea why he was scared. That's when I had an idea. A good one. This is what I did. I picked him up and put him in the grass to see what he would do. Like running a little experiment.
"Lucas, let's play on the grass," I said.
"Nooo," He babbles.
"Come on it will be fun," I say.
"No!" he says a little louder.
"Come on," I say.
"No no no," he says.
"Yes yes yes," I said hoping he would just come play.
"No," he says screaming now.
He climbs on me. By climb onto me I really mean like jumping onto me. My brother couldn't really jump at this time so he just crouched and walked to me. If you really want to know what I mean by crouching. This is because what he does is go in a position to jump, but instead of jumping he just stands up. I also tried placing him lying down but no, he just crawls of the grass. By lying down I mean setting him on the ground and leaving him there. I put him back and run away. He runs off the grass and back onto me.
This time I make him stay on the grass without running off of it or climbing onto me. He kicks and squirms and wiggles trying to get out of my grasp but I hold on to him. Grasping him was hard since he has tiny shoulders and I didn't want him to tumble over. "Stay here Lucas," I say quietly so my mom doesn't hear me. Why you ask? It's because he actually tries to walk out of my grip so, he basically is walking in the grass without knowing it. And my mom will probably make me stop if she sees it.
He screams.
Now it go my mom's attention. And she tells me to let him go and I do what I am told. "So much for that experiment," I say to myself walking back to the house with my brother trailing behind me.
by Vinicius Jacintho-Lisboa
About 2 years ago, on a nice sunny day at my grandmother's house, I was trying to make my baby brother walk on the grass. The day was very sunny. So sunny the water in the pool was warmer than the water coming out of the shower. My grandmother's house in Brazil is a very small one story with a very big front yard. My grandmother's front yard is huge it contains a pool, some flowers, a garage, a place for a barbecue, and a medium-sized patch of grass. The patch of grass contained a little tree, some rocks, and roses.
My baby brother was very small about one a half years old. And we were playing near the grass in front of my grandparents house. My brother was very little and so annoying he stood at about halfway up my thigh. My baby brother had recently learned to walk so I was helping him improve. About three months ago he started to walk so my dad had to put barriers on the stairs so he doesn't tumble down or climb up.
When it hit me, I remembered that my baby brother was afraid of grass. I never knew why my baby brother was afraid of grass. Maybe because it was spiky. I obviously had no idea why he was scared. That's when I had an idea. A good one. This is what I did. I picked him up and put him in the grass to see what he would do. Like running a little experiment.
"Lucas, let's play on the grass," I said.
"Nooo," He babbles.
"Come on it will be fun," I say.
"No!" he says a little louder.
"Come on," I say.
"No no no," he says.
"Yes yes yes," I said hoping he would just come play.
"No," he says screaming now.
He climbs on me. By climb onto me I really mean like jumping onto me. My brother couldn't really jump at this time so he just crouched and walked to me. If you really want to know what I mean by crouching. This is because what he does is go in a position to jump, but instead of jumping he just stands up. I also tried placing him lying down but no, he just crawls of the grass. By lying down I mean setting him on the ground and leaving him there. I put him back and run away. He runs off the grass and back onto me.
This time I make him stay on the grass without running off of it or climbing onto me. He kicks and squirms and wiggles trying to get out of my grasp but I hold on to him. Grasping him was hard since he has tiny shoulders and I didn't want him to tumble over. "Stay here Lucas," I say quietly so my mom doesn't hear me. Why you ask? It's because he actually tries to walk out of my grip so, he basically is walking in the grass without knowing it. And my mom will probably make me stop if she sees it.
He screams.
Now it go my mom's attention. And she tells me to let him go and I do what I am told. "So much for that experiment," I say to myself walking back to the house with my brother trailing behind me.