I walked outside into the muggy, humid air. I was barefoot which allowed me to feel the soft grass and all of the sudden something white and sticky was all over my black shirt. I looked up and my brother was standing there with a shaving cream can and white foam all over his hand. In our family, this means war. So, turned around and saw another blue can of shaving cream. I grabbed it and ran towards my little brother. I put the shaving cream in my hand to throw it at my brother. It was soft, cold. In that moment, my brother started laughing.
"Why you taking so long? Are you scared?" Jackson said.
I replied, "Absolutely not. You are gonna loose."
Now how you loose in a shaving cream fight, I have no idea but we would find a way to win. We threw the saving cream at each other for a long time, making a huge mess. We slapped each other with it, got it all in each other's hair, and laughed until it hurt. We had so much fun that a winner was never decided. But the competition between us never stops, and it most likely never will.
this sounds like fun. The competition between siblings never seems to stop, it's the same way with me and my brother.
ReplyDeleteI did something like that at Camp Ozark. It was fun to do it.
ReplyDeleteI like the descriptions you use in this. It makes me feel like I was there watching it happen. I remember when I had a shaving cream high it got ALL OVER ME!!! It git in my eyes and it burned so bad!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like my daily life in a nut shell!!! Not really, but my brother and I rival each other in many things such as video games. This a nice piece of writing with as many vivid words as you could possible use. Well done Sydney!
ReplyDeleteHaha! That sounds like so much fun! My brothers and I are the same way! You used really good detail.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great time. You did a good job at describing what happened and making us feel like we were there.
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