My brother and I entered the kitchen, walking in out of the hot, sticky air. Sweating and out of breath, we retreated to the cool and dark basement. There we sat watching television as our heartbeats slowed to a crawl. It was late May and we had just finished our usual neighborhood football game down the street. Just like all the other days, we had returned from school at 3:00 pm and upon arriving home, immediately headed down the street to meet our friends. As an hour flashed by, almost in an instant, my brother announced it was time for us to go home. Against my protests, he forced me to leave, dragging my grounded feet for a few strides. After half an hour of television my mom entered the room and reported it was time to work on our schoolwork for the evening. Once again, I was upset and wanted to refuse, but knew better. My parents were very stern when it came to our schooling and made sure that we tried our best to succeed. My complaints would have been more effective against a statue, there was no wiggle room allowed. So we sat around the great square table and worked diligently until we finished, something that took a surprisingly short time. Because I had finished, I was once again allowed to join my friends to continue our play from earlier, this time under a pink and orange evening sky.
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