He does not like when people watch him perform and it makes him nervous. The only one he doesn’t mind watching him is me. This of course makes me feel good and I am glad that even though we have our differences we still support each other through our endeavors. I pull into a large sandy strip next to a sign that says “Wekiva Island” and now our boys day out that had many setbacks in the past can finally begin. 1:00 PM We exit the car and my little brother tells me that he enjoys the scenery. I look around and there are two women who look to be in their mid-twenties in bathing suits in the water. I laugh to myself and think about how my brother used to think girls were gross when he was younger. How the times have changed. We walk around and pick out the best spots to lay our towels. There aren’t too many people around which is how I prefer it to be. Sometimes when there are too many people around who are drinking the area can get a little too rowdy and I don’t feel like exposing my brother to that at such a young age. The first thing I make sure to do is to jump in the water as it is my tradition whenever I go to an area with water. Just before I can make my jump, my brother actually sneaks up behind me and shoves me in! I hit the water with a loud unexpected crash. As I emerge I see my brother silently laughing to himself. I laugh to myself as well. When we were younger I used to push him into the water all the time whenever we went to a pool or the beach. He used to hate it and would cry when I did it to him when we were kids. Now being 23 years old and being shoved into the water by my 15 year old brother gives me a kind of surreal feeling. Almost like what goes around comes around. When we were younger he never had any initiative to try and play jokes on me or prank me. After I get out of the water I decide that now is the time to get a beer considering I just got emasculated by my younger brother. I get a beer from the bar and walk back to our seats to see my brother talking with a girl around his age. This baffles me. My shy and reserved brother who rarely ever talks to me about women is actually making conversation with an attractive girl and she seems to be enjoying it. At this moment I feel really proud of him and I decide to go back to the bar to give him some alone time. My little Kevin is growing up. 1:15 PM As I sit at the bar I notice another group of teenagers sitting down a few seats from me. I recognize them as my neighbors who live a few blocks down from me. There is two of them and they are brothers with blond hair and blue eyes. With them is two girls who look to be about the same age. The neighbors are only about 17 or 18 years old. Too young to be drinking at a bar. I don’t feel the need to say anything to the bartender though because it is none of my business and also I take this opportunity to observe adolescents who are slightly older than my brother but much less reserved. The two brothers have always been kind of an annoyance in my eyes. One time when we were all younger they tried to bully my brother and I had to go over to where they were and set them straight. The next day my house and car got egged so I can only assume that
it was them, but you never know.
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- Fall '11