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You totally read my mind, girl. I was going to ask this same question.
I don't have any, but my mom told me that when she was younger her older sister had a party when her parents weren't home and locked her in the basement. (Both of which I know...and the younger of the two I'm sure always had something up her sleeve...she still does now. )
>>You totally read my mind, girl. I was going to ask this same question.
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>>I don't have any, but my mom told me that when she was younger her older sister had a party when her parents weren't home and locked her in the basement. (Both of which I know...and the younger of the two I'm sure always had something up her sleeve...she still does now. )
That is a great one!!!
I bet your mom was pi@#ed.....what if she needed to get out for anything? I hope the basement was more like a rec-room than a dungeon for your poor mom's sake.
My older brother and I were in HS together for one year only. He was supposed to drive me to and from, but frequently myself and all my stuff, including my viola were left walking home so he didn't have to be seen with me. Some days the two mile hike was a bit of a chore with all the books. And he wasn't even in the "in" crowd. He's working hard to make it up to me now.
And as luck would have it, he now has two kids where one tries to dominate the other and he's the one trying to prevent it from happening. Ahhh Karma. :smile:
I had a hammock in my room in high school, and my little sister(who is tiny) couldn't get in and out of it by herself, so she would always always always beg me to lift her into it. Once when my parents weren't home I just put her in the hammock, and left her there for like 2 hours!
My sister was mad at me for something... kicked me in that special spot... you know
Well after I got up off the floor, I jacked her up against the wall by her throat..... just a warning. It may seem like a good idea to kick a guy there but when he get's up he's got a rush of adrenaline that enabled me to pick up my sister who weighed more than me.
>>I had a hammock in my room in high school, and my little sister(who is tiny) couldn't get in and out of it by herself, so she would always always always beg me to lift her into it. Once when my parents weren't home I just put her in the hammock, and left her there for like 2 hours!
That is so bad! But I can't stop laughing about it!
I just remember getting beat up by my older brother and sister when I was younger. Getting beat up by a girl is no fun! It all stopped one day when I told them, "Beat me up now, because I"m going to be bigger than both of you when I'm older, then I'm going to kick your @sses!" They got that loud and clear because I don't recall it happening after that.
Craig
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My younger brother came at me with a kitchen knife. I tried to grab his wrist, missed and got the knife instead. Blood squirting out of my hand. 16 stitches in my right hand between the thumb and forefinger, 5 of them under the skin. He got in SO much trouble!
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Would I get better milage if I had less fun?
My wild days had to have been in the 7th grade!! We lived in Tempe AZ and I had a 30 minute + commute on the bus daily. While I was a student aide in shop class, I was pretty bad among my peers. The single worse thing I did on the bus was to light a string of fireworks on the bus, but often we would throw gum in peoples hair and crawl under the seats and grab peoples books then throw them across the bus.
I came up with the name "Ethyl" for the bus driver which she loved (I guess) because on that day I lit the fire crackers she cried saying "I can't believe you did that, you two are like sons to me." There were 2 of us involved..
I grew up real fast after that when I moved to Texas and had my share of being bullied and just streightend up some how... But I'll never forget those days! I think it was just something about growing up in the desert??
My brother and I used to fight over who go to sit in the front seat on the way to our shore house growing up. One day we're driving down the parkway in my mom's brand new car and Im sitting in the front and my brother leaned forward from the backseat to change the radiostation and turned around and made like I was gonna punch him in the face. I wasnt really going to but my mom stepped on the brakes and he lunged foward and I hit him square in the nose. Blood everywhere. My mom had to pull over on the parkway. Man i laugh about that now...
My mom had that rear seat custom covered in clear vinyl the next week so we couldnt screw up her new car anymore.
Anyone ever hear of a whirlie?? You stick your siblings head in the toilet and FLUSH!!! No I didn't participate, but had a friend who's brother tormented her like this.
I am guilty of being a big bully, the oldest of four. I'm sure my siblings remember more incidents than I do. The only thing that comes to mind is holding them down and farting on them. They got pretty good at covering their faces. And you thought this kind of torture was only dished out by boys??
My younger brother came at me with a kitchen knife. I tried to grab his wrist, missed and got the knife instead. Blood squirting out of my hand. 16 stitches in my right hand between the thumb and forefinger, 5 of them under the skin. He got in SO much trouble!
OMG I was going to post some nonsense about hitting my sister with tinkertoys (one of the solid wood wheels on the long green sticks), but now...
Agro, what's your brother doing now? 20 to life?
I think I'm going to go home and check on my two boys right now.
my brother and I were taking turns checking out the inside of the trunk of my mom's old Honda. Just to see what it was like, when it was closed and we were inside (go figure, young and stupid).
so the little bastard throws the keys into the trunk, and slams it shut! they had to find a spare, took them about 20 minutes, to get me out
Let's see, there was the time when I was about 4 or 5, I got new cowboy boots so I kicked my brother in the mouth. I told my parents I wanted him to taste my new boots.
Years later, my brother returned the favor by hitting me in the mouth with a golf club. A driver if I remember correctly.
My older sister was getting ready for a date with a guy that she really liked. About 10 minutes before he arrived at the door, a friend and I smushed a banana in her hair
When I was 5 , I told my 3 year old sister that the dryer was a new type of "ride" She climbed in and I closed the door. My mom caught me before I went any further. My mom has also told me I used to grab my sister's feet when she was learning to crawl...
My brother is 10 years older and used to put Tabasco in my sippy cups. Of course, now I've shown him and have a penchant for spicy foods. Take that, *********! :smile: :smile:
I would always wear my older sister's clothes which would really piss her off. She'd be walking down the hall of the high school and see me coming in a pair of her bell bottoms (1973) and she'd have a fit, but because we were at school there was nothing she could do to me. I'd rush home from school and change clothes but later she'd really tell me off, saying "Caught you Red Handed". But my Mom would say that she'd actually never seen me herself so I went months without getting into trouble.
Then there came the day she caught me in her closet and she was so happy to be getting me in trouble with our Mom, she called for my Mom to come and then pushed me real hard, I fell backwards into the closet and then she threw all her shoes from the floor of the closet on top of me until my Mom could come and "witness" me having been caught.
We laugh now about how funny it was her throwing her platform shoes and them hitting me on the head, back, shoulders etc... and me holding my hands over my face so her huge wooden clogs wouldn't hit me in the face and give me a black eye.
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When I was like 6 and my sister was a baby (like crawling age) to keep her from climbing up the stairs my brother and I put pampers boxes on the steps...except we put them on the fourth from the top step, well when she reached up to try to get over them she fell backwards, and rolled down about 7 stairs. No lingering effects but every now and then she uses it to make me feel like a heal.
When I was young boy I was playing with my army men under the neighbors shrubries where there was some dirt. I must of had the bridges and tunnels just right when my younger brother thru a good size stick into my setup. I got so mad that he started running from me and had to climb over a chainlink fence to get away. As he was climbing I picked up the stick that he had thru and heaved it at him. I thru it as hard as I could. It left my hand going end over end. As he was just clearing the fence it stuck him just below his skull in his neck. It dangled for a few seconds and fell out. I think now that I look back this is why he is such a bone head. Luckaly it didn't go to deep. Boy you could guess I caught it when I got home.
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