The ground shakes as your eyes adjust to a round figure stomping toward you. THUMP THUMP THUMP.
The boy has acne plustered on his face, messy and uncared hair, a plaid shirt, cargo shorts, and dirty black sides.
He is your older cousin Melvin, and he wants to have some fun.
MELVIN: "Nice hat ya got there, would be a shame if someone were to take it..."
Melvin snatches your propellor hat with his sweaty hand and holds it high above his head.
You jump with all your might, while repeatedly telling him to give back your hat.
MELVIN: "You want this hat, tator tot? Come and take it! If anything, I'm doing you a favor keeping this stupid hat off your noggin!"