I am not even sure if I ought to post this stuff. It makes me look like a psychotic kid or something. Here goes anyway.
I am the eldest of three. There is one year and eleven months between myself and the next one, and the same period between him and the youngest. All are boys. We grew up on a dairy farm in New Zealand and were left to our own devices fairly regularly.
For ease of doing this without identification I am going to call them #2 and #3. If I refer to myself it will be as #1.
1). I managed, at age 5 or so, to bury a pickaxe in the head of #2
2). Not content that he was still alive (I kid), sometime thereafter I slung a rope around the crossbar on a set of swings and attempted to hang him
3). Obviously he survived this (although he will not wear a collared shirt or anything restrictive around his neck to this day) because he then got into the action. We used to race motocross. On a very successful basis. We practised jumping the bike. We had a big ramp set up in one of the paddocks. We could adjust the height. We would get #3 to lay down on the ground and jump the bikes over him. Having achieved a jump we would then move him further out. And repeat.
4). #2 and I decided to teach #3 to ride his bicycle. Through the centre of the farm we had a cement race. Like a road, if you will. We took him up on a hill on this race. Put him on his bike. Let him go. Now, at the bottom was a corner. Said corner was bordered by a barbed wire fence. We forgot to instruct him on the finer points of braking or turning. Actually we forgot to instruct him in those arts at all. You can guess the rest.
5). On the farm was an old, upturned, seed hopper. It was shaped like a pyramid with a funnel about 1 1/2 feet high at the top. To give you an idea of the size, the funnel was big enough to climb into. The whole thing was around 12 feet high. One could climb up the sides. #2 and I convinced #3 that this was what was left of the spaceship we arrived on. That we, and our parents, were in fact aliens. that we had replaced his original brothers and parents and were prepared to replace him as well.
You know, I am really surprised that neither of my brothers has come looking for me. Armed. I am also, on reflection, somewhat surprised that we all managed to survive childhood. And our parents never knew a thing!