Life with Brother Phil

One neer realizes how easy life is when you are a child. Of course your job is to go to schooldays and it seems as if life is hard the indebtedness of acquire up and going to school, getting good grades, getting along with friends, parents, and siblings. However, as you get older, you realize how safe and defend you were.Summers actually meant free time and for me it meant authentic fun and games with my br some other Phillip. Philip was the type of son even the adults trusted. When something happened and adults needed to get to the tramp of the account statement, they turned to Philip knowing hed tell them the truth despite both consequences.During this particular summer, Philip had invented a game equivalent to tag but which had us rivulet through each other yards instead. The object glass of the game was to tag each other and then send them to the nutho role isthmus up in our yard. Ahhh, the memories of that summer and of the delirious games Philip dreamed up will repay me pleasant dreams for life. Now, years later as we have grown up, some of that pureness has become lost. As I await Phillips eyes today, I no longer see the little boy of yesteryear with his eyes all aglow.Today Phillip is in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba as a photographer. One would envisage that this creative little boy could use that imagination and creativity through the lens of the eye of the camera, but that is not the case where he lives. His pictures tell the story of the landscape a landscape awash with dirt, broken coral and a quiet, discontent shoreline. And a story of a big brother who grew up from a bright starry eye child into an adult who sees the real knowledge base as ugly as it sincerely is behind the eyes of a camera.