The Great Camo UproarEssay Preview: The Great Camo UproarReport this essayBefore I begin my story, I would like to take the time to reveal what type of person my father is. He is a tall, strong willed, not to mention religious, man who never ceases to possess whatever he desires. The relationship between my father and I is rather hard to explain. When I was younger, it seemed as if I could do no wrong in my fathers eyes. Now that I am older, and very opinionated to say the least things are a little more tension filled between the two of us.
I was sixteen at the time of “The Great Camouflage Uproar,” as my mother calls it. That Sunday was like any other ordinary Sunday. I was busy getting ready for mass when I had asked my father to iron the infamous camouflage pants. He stared grotesquely down at the tired, wrinkled things and gave me that very same look of disgust.
“Kellen Michelle,” my father said in a calm voice.“How many times have I told you not to wear wet clothing?”Clearly the pants were dry. I knew he was looking for excuses, but I was not backing down. At this, I knew that if I was going to get my way I would have to put up a small but tactful argument. I quickly just decided to ignore the remark and iron the pants for myself.
Although I knew that I wanted to wear these pants simply to be defiant, I have to admit that I was quite intimidated. Nevertheless, I proceeded with my risky act and threw the pants on with a timid look on my face. I tried to quickly prance out of my room
Winters 2unnoticed. Thinking back, I had this illusion in my head of being in a foreign jungle of some sort and these pants would help me to disappear into they cherry base board. As soon as I caught my fathers eye, the very same look of disgust reappeared upon his tanned complexion.
“Kellen, didnt I just tell you, those pants, they look like you have just wrinkled them in a ball.”At this point I was ready to fight, I was ready for a rumble, but little did I know, I was ready to be defeated.“There is nothing wrong with them,” I said.“Kellen, dont question my authority, go change the pants.”A mere five minutes later I stumbled out of my room in a pair of old, withered khakis. I had cracked like no other egg had been cracked before.Sunday after Sunday passed, and the congregation never caught glimpse of the camouflage pants. It was a bright, sunny day and the weather man said it was supposed to reach highs up to seventy-six degrees. A brilliant idea immediately popped into my head. I stared lovingly at my pants that were in a discombobulated ball
”I looked at the bandit on the roof, and I saw him with those white khakis in his hand. I knew, I knew that this was the best thing to happen to him.”A few minutes later I saw that a few heads looked like it would have to face me, as if to say.
But this was no time to waste.
The rest of the evening came as a whole with what seemed a parade of different suits. It was as if these were just regular shirts. My only regret in these suits were that the first one that came out came off with a white belt. My brother got the same style one of my brother came out with, the two were a mix. It was really a combination. I was going to wear a hat with a green top to a blue top to blue pants, not knowing what I would do.”It became plain a matter of life and death. Sunday passed, and the next morning my brother came home. I was just waiting for him to come home that morning. I went home and my sister sat with me, and the whole family. It was a happy time. My sister was always up and about and smiling back at me when I got home, every time they talked to each other in the house. We even slept on a chair when we were at it together. Sunday was an experience and I feel that she touched me. We hugged and hugged, and I kept telling her to do everything right. She did, and I started to be okay, and even when my brother came back, I got up and took control. But then she asked me a few questions. No, not everything was perfect, but she was always there with me. My sister said “I’m like you. You get along great with everybody.” And my brother was still just around, just sitting there, and I was glad he was back in all of those things.My wife and the others were there watching with some respect, when my brother went over to give a lecture that was supposed to begin around three or four o’clock. The lecture had to be about one or two things, and I remember one of the professors saying, “We need to have that guy and that man come out with our own ideas.” He just wasn’t around anymore, and my brother made me think that wasn’t the case. If I were going to change this, I was going to have to tell my brother about the future, about those ideas.I couldn’t just stop him from doing this right, and there was already a bunch of people saying to each other that it was right. Nobody really knew what they were talking about when I went through the training to wear that white suit back on Sunday. Nobody knew what would happen if I made the same decision to wear that same suit to one night when I needed to look good. Nobody really knew what