My Uncle Joe

My uncle Joe likes to play tricks on us, the cousins, and to tell us some of his many stories even if they might not be true. He used to be in the army, I'm not sure if he still is or not but he's got the uniform and once with all the family on my Mum's side we watched a tape of him marching when he was a lot younger. 

Uncle Joe could be the personification of cheekiness and my other uncles could be in second place. When I was younger he told me that he had put a curse on my ring finger so that I couldn't raise it when my middle finger was down. His immediate family is my younger cousin Tenesia and my aunty Dallas. What I think is cool is that he's travelled the world and has seen a lot of places. I remember when he used to have a large dog named Jessie too. She was really cool even though she had dragged me through grass once but unfortunately she died.

 If I were to see him on a normal day he would probably have a cigarette hanging from his lips and he would widen his large eyes and teach me a new trick like how to fix his puzzle-like egyptian ring. Sometimes if it was an old game he'd say something like,"Here's one me and your mum would do when we were younger." And then chuckle in his rough, gravelly voice. 

His skin is quite dark and he has an even darker, shaven hair across his head and his chin. Once he grew a moustache and my brothers and I made fun of him for it and it's still an inside joke to this day. Also, whenever he comes for a visit we all turn out walking up Mount Maunganui