Looking at each family member’s knees a story can be told. My stepdad has knees are black, blue and bruised like a worn steel hammer from his hard labor jobs. My knees, my knees are young, energetic and excited  like a kid with a new bike. My step sister, Amara, has knees like a lazy old man because she’s in bed all day like a wagon pleading to be greased. Mikayla's knees are skinny, scratched and ash resembling burnt wood at a campsite. Blue and bruised like a worn steel hammer from his hard labor jobs.My knees, my knees are young, energetic and excited  like a kid with a new bike. Mom in bed all day like a wagon. Her knees are slow and fragile.