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I was a cruel big sister. When my brother was a baby, I taught him his colors wrong. Then, when he was a toddler, I convinced him that E.T. lived in his nose and he panicked. I also convinced him that we had an older brother named Lewis who lived in England in a mental institution.
I have 2 brothers, one good, one bad. Bad brother always got in trouble, always said it wasn't his fault & was a good liar. I would lend my car to both brothers & one day noticed it had damage. Since I wasn't told I blamed bad brother. He denied it, no one believed him & he was grounded. Years later, over holiday dinner, good brother confessed he did it...oops!
My brother and I were forbidden from sledding down a hill in our area so the day before Christmas we had to do it. He flipped off his sled and slammed hard into a rock but we didn't want to get in trouble so he sucked it up and we told no one. While opening presents our parents noticed his fingers were blue. He had literally shattered his elbow.
One of my older brothers had a bow and arrow set. I wanted to see how high I could shoot it. I stood in the field (next to the house), laid on my back. Holding the bow by feet, I pulled back the arrow and shot it straight up. When I couldn't see the arrow anymore, I realized my mistake. I ran under the house eaves and waited for it to come down. It landed where I had lain
when i was six years old my brother convinced me of the chore Olympics, he was nine. The chores were making his bed, vacuuming, putting away my clothes and his, along with any other chore he could think of that was his. So this went on for a good 3 months me as a innocent little kindergardener cleaned and trained hard to get into the chore olympics while he timed me.
Our parents would pick my brother and I up at the local grocery store after school. Since we often had hours to kill, we started "pretend shopping". We would fill our carts with all the things we would like to buy, the treats we never got, etc. We would say "we're just waiting for our parents to check out", then leave our carts while we went to the car to "get money"!
When my brothers were little, my mom would let them shower together while she stood outside the bathroom door. Once, my mom heard one the oldest screaming, "Give me the soap!" She went to correct him through the door.
Mom: "PLEASE, give me the soap."
Bro: "GIVE ME THE SOAP!"
Mom: "Jake, PLEASE give me the soap."
Bro: "GIVE ME THE SOAP! MOM WANTS IT!"
In the front of our house was a full grown pine tree. One of my three older brothers told me how he climbed to the top and could see the drive-in movie theatre (about a mile away). One night, I decided to try it. I was ten. I made it to the top and the wind started blowing. I held of for life. Trying not to die, I held on for life as I climbed back down. Down is harder.
I was 11 years old walking with my older brother and he was telling me my whole life I was lied too a bought what colors were what. I was so mad because I knew I was right . How ever Joseph Kept going telling me how wrong I was and that I was making a fool out of myself and he got the rest of my family in on it :( They did this to the point where I got so upset I left.
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