Fun/Frustrating Experience

My brother and I always got into crazy mischief as children. Growing up on several air force bases, being forced to constantly make new friends, we didn't have much choice than to hang out with each other. We were always doing so much together that one day, neither of our young minds could think of anything to get into. We were sitting on the backyard porch one day when I caught a glance of my brother's face. He had a look in his eyes as if a light bulb had just went off above his head. Without saying a word, he darted to the side of the house. I didn't quite know what he was up to, but I began to feel my body getting excited.

He soon returned with the most beautiful, red vehicle and I was jumping with joy inside. But, to my surprise, what I thought was going to happen, was not what he had in mind. I thought he was going he pull me around in this wagon from the gods, but somehow he flipped the script and convinced me to pull him around the block numerous times. My young, three year old mind had once again fallen for his mind tricks.

We had decided to collect large rocks in the wagon and we did so for quite a long time. The weight of the wagon began to increase as we added more and more rocks. We had agreed that it was now the time to get rid of the rocks. "What do I do with them?" I asked my brother. He had told me to just throw them in the street. This was a decision that he was going to regret for the next few weeks.

I picked up the largest rock in the wagon and prepared myself to throw it. I felt a sense of power run through my body as I held the rock in my small hands. I pulled the rock back, looked at the street, and flung it towards the street. I looked up only to realize that the rock had never even made it to the street. My brothers large head had intercepted my pass to the street. My jaw dropped as I watched blood drip down my brothers forehead.

We rushed home and I continuously apologized but told him that he practically asked for that. My mom looked at his head, said he'd be okay, and told him that he shouldn't have made me pull him around all afternoon. To this day, I still have no aim, nor can I throw any sort of object for my life.