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Memorable moment #1 Cops and Robbers When you're a kid you always, ALWAYS have that one special "cool" person in your life. For me that person was my brother, Andrew who was two years my senior. My brother was my hero. I trialed him everywhere, no matter what. Even when had chicken pox I followed him around the house and got chicken pox myself as a result. Imagine a train, an engine plus the caboose, that was us. During Halloween, I insisted on being Winnie the Pooh just like Andrew. No matter how hard he tried to get away, I shadowed him yelling "POOOH, POOH" so loud my mom rushed me to the bathroom. Early in the school year a couple of years ago; I was attending a pre-school at my church. At the school there were these two older kids who always bossed, and bullied me, around this tender age I was used to older kids being jerks. However, my brother was different: he was kinder to me and didn't make fun of me. At some point he must have noticed my constant presence because he started avoiding me, sometimes even resorting to running away. Eventually it got reached the point where Andrew realized the power he had over me and exploited it. I believed everything he said no matter how unusual. For instance one time I was supposed to take a bath but didn't want to. Already stark naked, I fled from my parents, until Andrew said that Disneyland was in the bathroom. Like a trusting fool, I followed him to the bathroom, where he told me to get in the tub, and I did. Then my parents gave me a bath.

In the story I'm about to tell you, I was three and my brother five. I was a small Asian-looking boy, plump, and short. My hair was a dark shade of black and my eyes small dark brown pupils. Andrew, resembled me except he was significantly taller, paler, and clumsier. As I was only three at the time my memory is a little sketchy but Andrew filled in the details. Andrew and I shared a bedroom with two conjoining twin bed. The room had two dressers and a desk with a phone on it. We were both in our room, when Andrew decided to play a game of cops and robbers knowing I'd follow suit. On person, the cop trying to take down the robber. My brother being the sneak as he is decided to be the robber, we jumped from bed to bed shouting threats repeated from TV shows, like "freeze" or "get on the floor." Obviously Andrew undoubtedly didn't want to get caught, I mean, how would it look if a five year old had a criminal record? So he took matters into his own hands, disabling me. In mid-flight he made his move. Moving quickly, he propelled me off the bed, so I coiled near the dresser. I got up slowly, endeavoring not to cry. "What now Willie? You gonna call for back-up?" My brother mocked At that moment something clicked. How could I beat my brother alone? So I snuck over to the phone, and dialed 111111, which triggered my house's alarm system sending the cops over. By the time I'd hung up, Andrew had left to go play outside in our backyard. I decided not to engage him without back up. So I waited till the cops came. Later that evening, there was an uneasy knock on the door. Predicting the knock, I got to the door first and opened it. "What's wrong?" the cop said. Proudly dressed in his blue suit, badge, gun and all. "There's a burglar." "Where?" I led the policeman up our solid stone stairs, and upstairs to the bathroom without a lock, "He's taking a shower." Today, I wish I could remember the look on the cop's face. It must have been a shock to him. A burglar in a bathroom! He opened the door and there in the nude was my brother, Andrew. My parents ended up explaining everything to the cop apologizing profusely. Luckily it ended well, no arrests or charges pressed. The cop gave us each a baseball card and left.