Wow, it seems that the stories have taken a turn for the sad…I’m actually quite close to two of my sisters, and somewhat close with the third.
I’m the third daughter of four - my older sisters are 6 and 7 years older than I, so they frequently got saddled with babysitting duty. About a year ago (I’m now 25), I was talking with my sisters about how I used to play in the closet just outside our enclosed back porch all the time, how I’d spend all day in there, etc., and one sister starts giggling. Turns out she convinced me it was a playroom when I was four or five and left me in there for HOURS while she went outside and played kick the can with her friends. All these years I wondered why I was always playing in the closet, and now I know.
Then there was the time when, as a baby, both of my older sisters tried to suffocate my because I was crying during their favorite show. With a pillow that was our dog’s favorite humping pillow.
Older brother fed me poison ivy “to see what would happen.”
Years later I got my revenge by recording him singing along to “Eye of the Tiger” and a few Lionel Ritchie songs when he thought no one was around. I then played the tape for the girl he took to the prom.
Naw the worst thing I can think of that he did (and the most recent as well) one day when I was alseep he went onto my computer and was playing online. Now that I don’t mind… but my ICQ was flashing cuz it automatically connects when I get online. Well he got annoyed by the message thing flashing at him and he told the people who were trying to talk to me… that I was dead. I was ready to strangle the little brat.
Now though (less than a year later) we get along pretty well. It helps we no longer live in the same house and see each other everyday. Now I just call him Brat Boy as a joke and we talk about stuff.
