At around age eight, my family and I went to the Macaroni Grill for my cousin’s birthday. This group included my uncle Marvin. Marvin personifies the ‘goofy, old uncle that gives his nieces and nephews enough candy to get cavities’ stereotype. Whenever we ate out with him, he would always sit at the border of the adult’s side of the table and the kid’s. He would make our stomachs ache with his jokes and our brains throb with his riddles. Overall, he kept us entertained through the usually boring meals.
The lunch at Macaroni Grill started off like any other: Marvin sat near us kids and we proceeded to find ways to entertain ourselves as the meal dragged on. My younger brother, Tyson, challenged me to a very serious game of tic-tac-toe which would finally decide who had the title of Tic-Tac-Toe World Champion. This game would go on to help define my life. As I surpass Tyson in every way, it soon became clear to him what the outcome of the game would be. Not ready to face defeat he dashed his red crayon across the paper in an attempt to ruin our game and thus not lose his chance at the crown. I could not take such treachery. I quickly shot my arm across the table to put a stop to the double-crossing, but in my effort I accidently displaced a glass of water. …show more content…
What are you doing! You’re making a mess!”
I froze in my seat, arm still outstretched across the table. Usually my uncle takes everything with a grain of salt; rarely had I ever seen him get upset and even then he never raised his voice. Even my parents refrained from yelling at us in public. Marvin looked at me with pure rage in his eyes — I cowered in my