Personal Narrative: My Brother Who Changed My Life

My brother, Ben, was a short, chunky, little sixth grader. He had jeans shorts, a bright red short sleeve plaid shirt on, and a pair of black flip flops on. He loved to play outside. He would go on bike rides, ride his skateboard around, and just hang out with his friends outside. He would be outside from sun up to just before the sun set. He was an active little middle schooler. There were not many things he hated to do outside but when it came to do work outside, he hated being out there. He hated the outside chores like mowing the lawn, trimming the bushes, weed wacking, or cleaning out the garbage can. His least favorite was making the garage can not smell like death.
The garbage can was about four feet tall, almost as tall as Ben. It was a deep blue green color. It was not even the pretty kind of blue green. It was unusually heavy for something that was not even filled. It was about twenty pounds of smelliness. The smell was the worst part of the trashcan. I thought that something had crawled in there and died. I thought that maybe my hamsters from ten years ago came back for revenge when I threw them away instead of giving them a proper burial in my background. …show more content…
Ben, the daycare child Evie, my mom, and I were all outside enjoying the beautiful day. It was the beginning of spring, so those nice days were becoming less and less rare. The air had a certain smell of flowers, freshly cut grass, and rain coming in later that night. The sun was shining and it was the perfect day to be pushing a two year old around in a yellow and red toy car. As Evie was being pushed around by me, my mom had ordered Ben to clean the garbage can because he was not doing anything. He whined and moaned because of course, he did not want to do