Memoir First Paragraph

When I was younger I belonged to a very tight-knit group of kids from throughout my neighborhood and we would all hang out together and go exploring on weekends and during the summer. Michael, my older brother, always seemed to be in the lead of our little gang mainly due to the fact that he was the biggest, this is quite funny to look back at because now he is the smallest of those of us who are still in contact with one another. CJ was a very mischievous child, he always seemed to be in trouble for something and was definitely the bad apple of the group. Timothy, or Timmy as we called him was more sensitive to insults and the general ribbing that goes on between boys and so he always seemed to get mad at us and storm off home only to rejoin us the next day. Tyler was my best friend, short and scrawny but tough as nails a stark contrast to the tall behemoth he has grown up to be, he always had a smile on his face and was up for an adventure. Then there was me, I was always along for our escapades but never really the leader, being less athletic than some of the others I seemed to shy away from the spotlight.