So when I am six, he is 14. He is looking for girls and I am looking for...Hell,I don't remember what I was into at six.
At that age we only did two things together.
The first thing was he would grab the biggest knife we had (it was used to cut cow) in the kitchen, get me in the corner of the den and start tapping the knife in my stomach and say "at the count of 3, I am going to kill you".
I am screaming thinking he means it this time.
And he would go "one, two (with his arm swinging back further with every number) and he would yell THREE, drop the knife but act like he still has it as he hits my stomach.
Then he would leave laughing as I slowly crumble in the corner of he den.
The second thing was when I am swimming in our pool he grab me by the neck and say "Now get your wind because this time I will keep you under for two minutes".
As your screaming for your life, he say "Okay, here you go, good luck" and slam me under water. He only keep me under for 10 seconds, but, when your in that state of mind it seems a tad longer.
Then he let me up and would laugh as he swam away. As I am shaking in the shallow in of the pool.
Our Mom would see me and ask Rick what is the matter with your brother and Rick would say "the pool is a little chilly".
What a guy. What I remember about my Brother like it just happened yesterday was him and his six buddies saying they are going to Watts to help out the cops (oh, I forgot to mention it was 1965 and there was a riot going on in Watts).
You see, in 1965 they were 17 and I was 9. And I thought maybe they could do it because they all smoke camel cigarettes and can drive a car,too.
Now I am in my 40's and when I see a 17 year old KID, I just laugh at those 7 idiots thinking they can stop the riot.
They better eat their Wheaties.
Another memory was the 7 of them sitting in our den talking about the draft and Vietnam. They all decided that they would take a sledghammer and smash their trigger finger to get out of the draft.
Well, all seven went to vietnam and only 4 came back, thank God one of them was my brother.
One category is his personality and so on. Then, my brother had some categories that he has no equal (and I have the facts to prove it).
Then he had some categories he was as normal as you and me. Then their was some others he didn't give a shit about.
Were not going to talk about the categories he was normal and could give a shit about. Were only going to talk about the categories that he would have Superman swimming in his wake. Hit the links below for the proof.
"THE CATEGORY" LINKS
HERE IS A VIDEO OF RICK AND JEANNE FAMILY
THE LEWIS FAMILY AND THAT IS A FACT.