The aroma of burning wood, gooey marshmallows, and burnt hotdogs filled the air in the hot yet enjoyable evening. Sounds of children laying and adults gossiping filled the ears of all the neighbors. There is only two rules you must obey to attend the Kessinger family reunion: no fighting and no alcohol. These rules were in place for good reason, about two years before my uncle Stan and my uncle Rick had a little too much to drink, and began to fight. At the end if you were to ask me, uncle Stan won the fight with only 2 broken fingers and a black eye, while uncle Rick had a broken nose, black eye, and a broken rib. All the men of the family, ignoring the heat, picked partners. While the men, at least it felt like it, was battling to the death