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- July 2008- When I lived in Broward, I had a humongous mango tree that my cousin, Kenneth, and I liked to climb. It was still summer when we decided to get an old mattress and put it by the tree so we could relax there. One of those days my little cousin, Kevin, wanted to learn how to climb the mango tree. Back then Kenneth was still young and devious; he treated his little brother and sister (Kevin & Kelly) horribly. So that one day someone, I’m guessing it was Kenneth, moved the mattress. So I stayed down incase they decided to drop a few mangos, but to my surprise my little cousin was hanging from a branch, which had not yet broken because he was so small. I had not yet noticed the moved mattress, as I was watching my cousin try to grab his little brother. But I was mistaking when I thought he was trying to grab him because he was just stretching his arm to tickle Kevin. And as I told Kenneth to stop, Kevin just let go with laughter. As I remember it, it looked as though it was all in slow motion; Kenneth laughing on the mango tree, Kevin with eyes wide open falling to his pain. As I watched Kevin’s impact with the ground, he seemed to bounce about two times. After a few hours the doctor said he fractured his arm.
-January 2009- It was a Saturday, Kenneth and I were riding our bikes by H.D. Perry Middle School, my original middle school. We decided to stay at a park near by while listening to music on my iPod. We were both on bikes, but decided to sit on a bench. As we were listening to music these two kids came to talk to us. They looked a little suspicious so I looked around them to check on the bikes and saw two other kids taking our bikes. As I pushed the two kids in front of me aside Kenneth and I started to run to the other two kids. I ran as fast as I could and for the first time I ran faster than Kenneth. But as I ran to the kids they got on the bikes and just
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