As a child, I grew up wishing I had an older brother so that I could get away with my roguish acts more easily. Instead, I was blessed being the youngest and only boy of three. This did not hinder me from being a wild mischievous boy, who picked on his sisters any available chance. Even though I was always indecisive about the decisions I made, I always had a clear plan of attack on how I would madden my sisters next.
"Travis, telephone. It's Dooooominic," my mom yelled.
"Huh," I was suddenly broken off from my deep concentration of popping fleas. There must be a whole city of fleas on my cat Puff Puff. I felt like one of those monkeys at the zoo, shifting through hair looking for lice. Instead of eating my game, I would squeeze my prey between my thumb nails until I heard a pop and saw a little speck of blood. "Okay, I'm coming," I yelled back to my mom. As I got up, Puff Puff jumped off my bed and ran off.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I was hunting, but I'm about to play some Nintendo." Ah, the good old Nintendo. There it sat, in the living room waiting to be turned on. I had many games to choose from, but I knew which one I had to play, Zelda. Time literally flew when I played Zelda. Hours seemed like minutes, and the only way I figured it was time to stop was when my fingers were in too much pain from pushing the buttons or when my mom repeatedly nagged at me to turn it off.
"Travis, do you wanna play?"
"Ummm, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what do you wanna do?
"We could umm."
"Can I come over?" Dom blurted out.
"Mmmmm, yee-yeah okay."
"I'll be there in a minute!" Dom shouted.
"Okay, I'm timing you." We always had the same conversation every Saturday and Sunday. We never knew what we were going to do, but we managed to come up with something fun and exciting. I opened the front door to prepare for Dom's arrival a few seconds after I hung up the phone. As soon as I opened the door, I saw his goofy face smiling back at me. "Whoa, that was quick!"
That was Dom's way of saying hi, by letting out a loud belch. He's the only person that I know who can burp the entire alphabet. Dom is one of my best friends. He lives just four houses down from me. I always felt like he was my older brother although I was a year older than he. He was bigger than I in height and in thickness. I think he was big because he loved drinking milk.
"Hey, I have an idea follow me," I whispered into Dom's ear as we headed through the kitchen where my mom was cleaning. She eyed us curiously and asked, "What are you boys up to?"
"Mom, we're just going to play in the backyard." Even though our backyard was small, it seemed quite large to us when we were little in fact, everything seemed large. Our rectangular yard was surrounded by a tall wooden fence; it kept us from exploring other places yet gave us a sense of security from the unknown. Trees covered the north end, and potted plants were scattered along the sides of yard. Half of...