Most weekends I’d go hang out with my brother Donte and play video games on the PlayStation 2, our hands clutching the controllers uncontrollably.
And as we sat in front of the big screen TV playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, there was a gleaming glow in our serene faces.
We could feel the exhilarating excitement soaring through our veins, bursting hearts alive in the moment, breathing in every winning second.
When we grew tired of playing the game, we’d take a walk down the city streets and giggle about the most random subjects.
And when night finally came, we’d take several snapshots together, my brother holding the camera in his hands, pressing the shutter button of a lasting memory that would always stay stamped on our chests.