My Brother Mark

This picture of a tree

that my brother fell out of

This is a picture of a

basketball hoop

because my brother

This is a picture of a

car that has a broken

window because Mark

got in trouble for breaking

My older brother Mark and I are very close. He is three years older then me, but we act just alike. He got sent to prison though about two and a half years ago. He doesn't like it very much, and he says the food is so bad that when he swallows it the hair on his arms go up and his throat feels like it is clogged up.

My brother and I were always causing trouble while we were together. One warm head-sweating day we decided to hit golf balls around the house. We were hitting them left and right, not thinking about what would happen next. My brother was next to hit the ball. He went up to the ball with the golf club, swinging it back, and watched the golf ball go soaring right through the house window. My heart froze up and I felt all cold inside. We ran to the garage and put everything back so our mom wouldn't know when she came home from work. Our mom never did find out and we never did tell her who did it to this very day.

For fun,when my brother and I were little, we would play with cars and play hide-n-seek. He would always climb up in trees so I could never find him. Then one day, as he was climbing up the tree, he fell out and broke all his knuckles. Since he is all grown up he likes to work on cars, play basketball, and collect street signs.