The Violent Picture
I woke up the day after my 10Th birthday. When the smell of sausage wafted into my room filling me with hunger. I followed the smell into my kitchen only to find not sausage but a a present sitting on my counter. It was very large with bright red wrapping paper. The tag said it was from my grandma and i was Farly excited because my grandma always gave good presents. As I tore off the the wrapping paper a cardbord box appeared. When i opened it i saw nothing but a see a packing peanuts. I poured out on my bed a green Polaroid fell out onto my bed.
My little brother who was only 5 was peeking around a corner when i was holding the camera and he knew he had to have it. He watched me take pictures all day and the more he watched the more he wanted it. When i was about to take a piture of my stoffed monkey a brother jumped off my bed and tackled me to the ground. He scratched at my palms trying to make me let go. Through the pain i kicked him off of me and landed back on my bed.
He leaped again; screaming at the top of his lungs while flying through the air. Even though i was twice his size he was not going to let that stop him. he pulled and pulled with all his strength digging his fingers into the camera. My parents came running because they thought i was hurting him or something. But what they saw was something different; a crazy little boy trying to bite me for a camera. They told him nicely to stop but by then he had lost his mind.
They finally realized that he wasn’t going to let go. They got on each side of him and pulled his arms back. Surprisingly after my parents held him he was still trying to run at me. I to get back at him at him i took a picture of him being held. I teased for weeks with it telling him how dumb he looked. Now that we are older we look back on it and laugh.