Narrative essay: Muddy Mud Foot.

As a child, I grew up wishing I had an older brother so that I could get away with my roguish acts more easily. Instead, I was blessed being the youngest and only boy of three. This did not hinder me from being a wild mischievous boy, who picked on his sisters any available chance. Even though I was always indecisive about the decisions I made, I always had a clear plan of attack on …

…sisters, I thought about my embarrassing muddy foot. I realized that things could go wrong no matter how sure I was of the result. I'm glad that the trap was not successful on my sisters because I learned that putting effort into something unethical usually ends up backfiring. I didn't pick on my sisters too much afterwards instead, I didn't make a big deal out of the little things, and they ceased to bother me.