His Name is Garrett.

Lacrosse. Amazing Skier. Boulder. Broken Leg. Gamer. He loves his dog Brookes. Went to boarding school in Connecticut. Rebel. Toy soldier battles. Schwinn Mountain Bike. Bagel Bites. Impression. Prank Calls. Ferndale. Entire package of Bubble Gum in his mouth. 

Things I don't want to forget:

-The time that we were riding bikes to Lakeside, and he was leading and we went down this drive way and he was in front and I just followed him without looking both ways and almost got hit.

-The time when we had an extreme toy soldier battle, and the rules were, it took two turns to kill one of his men and that whenever he killed one of my soldiers he got to keep it as his.

-The many times that we went up to the Middle School and practiced throwing against the wall

-The time when we threw the baseball in the backyard at Uncle Jack's and he said I had a good arm

-The times that we went down to the creek

-The time that I went up to Salisbury and watched one of his lacrosse games and we went canoeing down a river

-The time when I was little and I had to wait in bed until Garrett got up. Well I was laying in bed and I thought that he was still on the top bunk and I was screaming and yelling but he didn't get up. So I finally looked on the top bunk and saw he was already up. I felt stupid.

-The time when I got my head stuck in between our bunk and the wall and I was yelling at Garrett, and he told me to be quiet. 

-The times that we went to the middle school field and he taught me some new lacrosse moves

-The time when we drove in Dallas, and he wanted to see how long he could go without using his windshield wipers in the rain

-The time we went and shot guns at the shooting range

-The time when him and Leslie raced down the beach

-The time when we went to the Ranger's game with Papa Jack

-The time he stole my Daryl Johnson signed jersey

-The time he flew into Auburn

-The time when we went and played golf when I was younger, and I teed off with a club, and he simply threw his ball. (His throw was further than my drive)

-The time he use to throw his Bowie knife at those blue mats, and he drew images of nazi soldiers with a sharpie

-The times he use to order 'leche' at El Fenix everytime we went when we were younger

He is my big brother. He does amazing impressions of people. He is turning into a country boy (hunting/fishing/muddin). He is classy. He treats people very well. He has the same weird fashion humor as Grady. He enjoys great food. He is a great cook. He has been very influential in my life (though he may not know it). He is chill. He is stubborn. He is funny. He is loud. He is sincere. He is my brother. I love him. His name is Garrett.