it was them, but you never know. Thinking about this makes me get kind of mad but I just sip onmy beer and listen. One of the brothers is getting a little too touchy with his respective girl, who I can only assume is his friend or girlfriend. She seems to be going along with it but the other girl seems to be annoyed. The other boy tries to make advances on the other girl but she is not having it. She tells him to stop but the boy won’t listen. As this is going on I’m starting to get more and more annoyed. Even though it’s been 7 years since the egging incident I can see that these boys haven’t matured much. Another minute passes and I have had enough. Just as I am about to speak up the girl who was responding positively to one of the brothers suddenly smacks the boy flush in the face. She smacks him so hard that everyone in the bar turns around too look at them. The girl yells at him “I am not doing that Johnny!” and storms away. The other girl follows close behind laughing as she walks away and calls the boy losers. I laugh too and the boys turn around and at that moment they recognize me. “You think that’s funny huh?” says the boy who got slapped. “Yeah I do actually.” I respond. “What’s funnier though is that you guys are still in high school, so I don’t know what you’re doing at the bar right now.” The boys instantly develop a nervous look on their face. The bartender walks over to us and asks them to see their ID’s again and they get up and walk away without saying a word, giving me a nasty look in the process. At first I feel a little guilty for revealing their age to the bar when I said I wouldn’t but after thinking it through I don’t feel that bad. Even if they egg my house again I don’t really care. This moment was just too good to pass up. Not every teenager can be as kind and respectful as my brother I guess. 1:30 PMI return to my brother and find out that he knew the girl he was talking to from school. He never got a chance to talk to her before but now that he saw her at Wekiva Island they got to chat and exchange numbers. I ask my brother if he wants to go on a walk with me and he says yes. As we walk around the river we reminisce about times when we were still children. He reminds me of a time when I used to pick on him when we first moved to the area. I laugh him tell him that now that he’s taller than me I guess he’s the big brother now. The cool think about being close with my brother is that even though we had our moments when we used to fight, nowthat were older we have a better appreciation for each other. We can also talk about things in a clearer manner than we could in the past. Suddenly as we approach the bridge to get back to our towels my brother stops me with his arm out stretched. I look at him and he has a serious look on his face. I look ahead and there is a very large hawk perched on the post of the bridge about four and a half feet from us. The hawk is probably there because too many other people feed them and now they have lost their hunting instincts.