Fight

    My cousin and I grew up together, we would always have each other’s back.  If someone wanted to hit him I would jump out for him and he did the same thing for me.  We were like brothers, but sometimes we would argue for the dumbest little things. 

    Like one day we got into this big fight, maybe the biggest fight we ever got into.  We were about 7 years old and we were fighting already, we went all the way outside punching each other in the stomach, face, and everywhere but since we were so angry at each other we couldn’t even feel the pain.  Then he got me by the leg, took my shoe off and threw it to the ceiling.  This got me so angry that I got him by the leg too, took his shoe and threw it to the ceiling too.  But I didn’t stop there, I went for his other leg, got his other shoe and threw it in a bucket of water.  He got mad so he ran towards a pile of rocks and started throwing them at me.  A couple of rocks did hit me but then I got a stick and started hitting the rocks so that they wouldn’t hit me.  I felt like a baseball player.  I was getting close to him because I wanted to hit him with the stick and just as I was about to hit him my grandpa arrived and yelled at both of us.  I immediately dropped the stick ad my cousin dropped the rocks.

    My grandpa took my cousin and I inside and asked us why we were fighting.  We told him what had happened and he started laughing.  The reason why he laughed was because all of this happened for a stupid toy.  We both wanted that toy so bad so we pulled it at the same time and broke it, for some reason that made us both angry and we started fighting.  Then he told us that we shouldn’t fight for small materialistic things.  He told us that we shouldn’t fight at all because we were cousins and that at the end of the day we were going to be playing together again.  So after that small speech that our grandpa gave us, my cousin and I never fought again.