My dad use to play outside with my brothers and I all the time whether it was at home or at my grandma’s cabin on Lake Manawa. We would play lots of board games together. We also watched movies at night on the weekends and also play video games. After school and on weekends, my neighbors, siblings, and I would get together to play outside. We would race, play cops and robbers, play hide and go seek, and do pickup basketball. These days would eventually dwindle down as we go older. I would always be too busy to come out due to homework, football, and piano …show more content…
There would be fighting. Some left the group, while another was kicked out. It would basically break my heart to see my friends fight at each other's throats and then split. I hated conflict. My hate for conflict also came from when my siblings would always fight at home and I had to deal with the noise. Then I experienced them being put in time out. I remember going into time out a couple times, but I was quick to realize that if I did the same things, the outcome would be the same. Being the cheerful boy in the family, I was always searching for what would make me happy, but the strain between relationships was wearing me