I heard it in the cupboard one afternoon when I got home from school. I cautiously walked over to it and pressed my ear against the wooden door. Shuffle, shuffle. I heard it again. I was curious and when I opened the cupboard door, my little brother jumped out with paint smeared on his face. He had feathers in his hair and had on fake, clip-on earings. He shouted a war cry and I knew he was trying to be a Native American. His class was studying Native Americans and social studies was his favorite subject. I got myself a snack and hugged him hard.