For me he was probably the biggest part of my childhood. I think back a lot of times on how he would come over and have sleepovers. How me, my brother, and him would sleep out in the backyard under a pitched tent while we played video games on the console. We thought we were so smart about having it outside while playing it until the sprinklers came on. Certain times we would play Call of Duty and how scary it would be to play zombies. How he was the one who taught all of us how to beat certain maps.
Our family would always build crazy forts in the basement for all nighters. Each of us would go to the dollar store with 20 dollar bills each to prepare for a crazy night. Me and him would get these certain candies that reminded us of the next Call of Duty Zombies Map we were trying to learn. How it was I who taught him the love for basketball, that we still have a mutual love and appreciation for the sport today. We would always argue who would win 1v1. How we would float down the river together in a raft and pretend we were always The Navy. How me and him would go play tackle football together, as he taught me to run routes.
We would always play with nerf guns and pretend we were The Marines as he was obsessed with them at the time. The first time he ever met my big brother my brother was snuggling him thinking it was me. The first time he saw me cry was when my big brother ripped my stuff animals eye out. He always made fun of me for crying over a stuff animal than when I got my knee cut. How we would take walks together down the road in hopes of finding a canal to swim in on a hot summers day. The conversations we had of just random things, even if it was just what candy we were getting next.
How utterly sad I was for him when his dad died. How little did I know that the last Toystory movie was our last movie together. When I gave him his last hug before watching him move away. I took for granted these summer days, until I no longer saw him. My 11-year-old heart broke. I no longer saw my bubs for the three longest years of my life.
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Non-FictionMy bubby was beautiful, beautiful enough for me. The way he stared at her made me realize. He would never smile, his dippled smile, the way he did for she. A girl who fell in love with someone she knew she could never be with. Someone who would ne...
