My Brother, Cameron, And I

My brother is a senior in high school right now and attends Hempstead High School. He has many of the same interests as me, while he’s also incredibly different. My brother and my relationship is very much like Gene and Finny. Jack is an average student in school and struggles many times with subjects. He’s also much stronger than me and better at many tasks. Many times we will directly face each other in games and see who’s the best. These competitions can get pretty heated at times, as there’s a lot on the line. For example, a few nights ago my brother and I competed in a game of Madden on the Xbox 1. I’m much better at sports games than my brother and had the obvious advantage. Still, he worked as hard as possible and tried to lose. When the game was over, I ended up coming out victorious and my brother had countless excuses. I was boastful about my win and how much better I was. My brother and I have many competitions like this. Some of these directly occur, while others occur silently. Either way, our rivalries will continue until the day we

I thought he was going to rip my whole body apart and slap me around on the mat. I knew that wasn't the right way to think going into a match so I kept telling myself that I would win. "Petro-Risner, Mayberry-Hotchkiss, mat 4," said the announcer. With my legs wobbling arms tingling and heart pumping away, I stepped out onto the mat. The referee got ready, and there it was, the whistle. I sat there crouched down, ready to shoot in for the first take down, but for some reason I couldn't. We tied up head to head. I could feel his strength by his tight grip. We separated and I suddenly got a big burst of adrenaline. Boom, I shot in at his legs and two points went to me with the first take down. After that take down, everything I thought before was gone. I wasn't afraid of this kid. I was just letting myself think I was. I knew that I was not going to lose this match. When the clock ran out in the third period, the score was 9-8 in my favor. I did it. I defeated Jeff Petro in a tough 6 minutes of wrestling. It was Probably the toughest match I've ever had to wrestle.

Wrestling is one of the oldest sports, and it has a lot of historical background. Wrestling was established in the 15th and 16th century, but it was not a competitive sport at the time. There have been cave drawings of wrestling found from 3000 B.C., which shows that either the sport or at least ideas about the sport have been around for a long time (Olympic). It was during the pioneer days that wrestling’s popularity began to grow. In Canada, there was a wrestling champion from each of the small villages and settlements. After the champions were crowned, they would all compete against each other and whoever won was the best of the best (Wrestling). A wide variety of people were involved in wrestling, even some presidents, including Abraham Lincoln and George Washington. Washington was good enough to win a tournament, and at one point in history, there was a style of wrestling named after him. That style, however, is no longer used in today’s sport.

To begin, ten years separated my brother and I in age, so there's a good chance he did not enjoy me the way I adored him. I am sure I annoyed him. Especially when I always nagged him to play with me and invaded his space when he invited friends over. I could not help myself.  Moreover, my mom once told me that at the hospital when I was born, Brandon stormed out of the room crying because he did not want a baby sister. He could sense from the cry that I was a handful, and he wanted nothing to do with me.

At the beginning of seventh grade, I would always joke around that I would do wrestling, like with all the other guys. Later on that year when wrestling season was starting I decided to sign up. I didn’t know what being in wrestling was going to be like because it would be like nothing I’ve ever done before.

and she replied, "I was just trying to defend her and he started yelling at me.

Siblings always compete. It is part of human nature. However, in my case, my parents played an important role in fostering completion between my brother and I by signing us up for the same activities. For a long time, I did everything with Bennett. Any basketball, soccer, or football team I was on, I can assure you that Bennett was there too. It is not as if my mom and dad intentionally put us against each other. Looking back, I know that any reasonable parent with two sons the same age would do the same thing, but competition, and losing, would become an important influence in my relationship with Bennett because of this.

When my mom was about 11 years old, she started doing karate because he brother

The match went into overtime. “First takedown wins the match”, notified the referee. We circled around, each playing it safe. He ducked and attacked my legs. I sprawled instantly, came around behind, and scored the points. I had won the match. The referee raised my hand in front of the audience. My eyes narrowed in on one section of the bleachers. There stood my teammates, smiling

It all starts at recess, my friend Talia, Teresa and I would sprint as fast as we can, the minute we get outside, and would go all the way across the blacktop, past the playground, all the way across the wet fields to the tree in the very corner of the field, the only tree that is in the field. We would start by catching our breath while declaring who won the race, and would usually declare ourselves as the winners. After we caught our breath we would tackle each other and one of us would be the announcer, this would turn into a professional wrestling match.

Ever since I was little and saw WWE RAW, a wrestling TV show, for the first time, I enjoyed watching wrestling on TV. I would always jump up throwing my arms in the air when my favorite wrestler was winning. I would invite some of my friends over on Saturdays to mimic the wrestling moves that the wrestlers were doing from the TV on a trampoline in my backyard during the afternoon because it looked awesome and it was very fun. The wrestling TV show inspired me to join wrestling in High School.

I remember that it was around lunch time when we were still around the ages of 8 and 9 and we fought about something I cannot recall now. I was very mad at my sister and decided that I would take matters into my own hands. It was around lunch time and we were going out to get something to eat.

When I got downstairs, I checked to weather to make sure I could wear shorts today. I swear the heat outside has been unbearable lately! 103 for three days straight has been ridiculous. As I entered the room my mom greeted me.

As a child I used to believe that my life could not get any better because at the age of 6, I had everything that I ever wanted. I was the center of attention and my parents always had enough time to play with me. I always received the most expensive toys, dolls and clothes from my relatives and cousins. I was also brash and troublesome, purposely placing my older siblings in trouble whenever they made me cry or when they don’t follow the things I wanted them to do. In short, I had the life of a very spoiled, stubborn and ignorant child but nevertheless, I used to believe that my life was perfect. That was before my parents told me that I was having a younger sibling.

I have 3 siblings; two brothers and one sister. My sister “Isha-27”, Little brother “Ishmael-10”, and my older brother “I.B-18”, we all grew up and spent the most of our lives with each other. I think I’ve always known that I was a little different from my brothers and my sister, but it's okay because we are all different in many ways. Now my story on how it's like living with 3 siblings with personalities are all different and how we all like certain things but we all manage to live together in harmony , my older brother is more into sports and my little brother is more into video games; my sister is more into reading a writing and more i'm more into math and science. At times it gets extremely annoying living with them