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Personal Narrative: The Laser Tag

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Next, a couple of days my Stepbrothers came over and just hung out and ate dinner with us. One day my Stepbrothers came over and surprised me with going to a Sports Arena to go play games and go play Laser Tag together. I thought that the Laser Tag was really fun and easy because the other team was all little kids and the team that I was on was all big kids. My little sister had fun too. She brought her friend to play in a play area and also played many games too.

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