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It was in the end of summer before fall. Sometimes 

I would like to sit and remember Doodle, the one 

crazy brother I had. When he was born I was six 

years old and was born with a disability. Everyone 

thought he was going to die so my dad build him a 

coffin. I changed his name from William Armstrong 

to Doodle 

In the beginning I didn't like my brother, but one day 

he smiled at me. My dad build him a go-cart and I had 

to pull him around. I took him to my favorite place to 

go, Old Women Swamp. He really loved and said it 

was so pretty. One time I showed him his coffin. but 

he said "It's not mine." Then I made him touch it.

When Doodle was five years old I started teaching him 

how to walk. He kept on failing for a long time, finally 

he learned. One day at breakfast I brought Doodle to 

the door walking. Everyone was so surprised and 

mama cried. Then Doodle never used the go-cart. I 

got confident after that and planned to teach how to 

run, swim, climb trees, and fight.

School was about to begin and wanted Doodle to learn 

to do most activities. I taught him how to swim but he 

wasn't making progress, so we doubled our efforts. I 

almost admitted defeat. Doodle got sick with a fever 

and started having nightmares. 

One Saturday afternoon we heard a strange sound a 

great big red bird fluttering and it fell on the ground 

dead. It was a Scarlet Ibis that it traveled a long way 

and died in our yard. Aunt Nicey said dead birds are bad 

luck.

Doodle and I went to Horsehead Landing to canoe. 

Doodle was not feeling well and said he was too tired, 

so I made him row back against the tide. Then black 

clouds were gathering and a storm started brewing. 

The storm was growing and the thunder started roaring. 

It was getting dark and Doodle was both tired and 

scared. We started running home when a lightning 

struck a tree and was falling. I saw it coming and 

pushed Doodle to the side while the tree fell on my right 

leg and I fainted. 

I awoke the next day, in shock. I later found out that I 

was in the hospital. I looked around and found mama 

right next to me.    i asked her what happened and she 

told that I was knocked out and they brought me to the 

hospital. My leg was destroyed and the doctor told me i 

had to have a cast on for about half a year.

I asked where everyone else was and she told me they 

were at home waiting. After my last surgery, we went 

home and met dad and aunt Nicey. I was dying to 

know where Doodle was but when I asked my mom she 

said first eat your lunch. But I was persistent I kept 

asking and I wasn't finding out.

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