Siblings!

I have one brother named Gary. He is 8 years older than me so we're not very close. But back when he used to live at home, we used to have some fun. For some reason, I remember one time when my parents asked if we wanted to go to Pizza Hut and I wasn't ready to go so they said we couldn't go. So, me and my brother begged and begged to go but it would not work. Since that failed, we went into his room and recorded a little song on his tape player and it was just 2 minutes of us singing, "Let's go, let's go, let's go..." Needless to say, it didn't work. Another memory I have is when we would play with my Barbies together. I don't know why he would willingly do that with me but he never complained. There is a lot of other memories we have together but if I told them all, I would typing all day. I miss the days when he used to live at home because ever since he moved out, we've grown apart. But I will always love my brother no matter how many times we fought or how many times he beat me up or terrorized me.