My sister and I had some horrible fights as kids that took us to the hospital a few times. She’s still pissed at me about one of them.
Once, she got all mad cuz I flicked some crab on her, so she chased me through the back yard with a lead pipe. I ran up the back steps into the kitchen, slammed and locked the door and then looked out the door’s window to make a “nha nha” face, when I heard this loud THUMP.
As she was running up the stairs–lead pipe in clenched fist, held up over her head–she tripped just as I shut the door, and the pipe got stuck between the door and her forehead. So when I looked out the window all ready with my mocking face, I saw my sister with a piece of lead sticking out of her head. As I watched, she pulled it out, and OHMYGAWD did that thing bleed. My mom FREAKED. We spent four hours in Emergency waiting for a doctor, my mom chastising me the whole time. Naturally, it was all my fault. :rolleyes:
So what’s the meanest thing you’ve ever done to a sibling? What’s the meanest thing they’ve ever done to you? Are you/they still mad about it?
One of the meanest things (there were many) I ever did to her was scaring the crap out of her with a Nixon mask when she was 10. She was so scared she peed her pants. She’s never forgiven me for that.
My middle brother and I used to throw darts at our youngest brother. We stopped that once we actually hit him, fortunately only in the shin. Mind you he used to attack us with large lumps of wood swung full force.
And I “accidentally” tripped my middle brother down a short flight of stairs with a (field) hockey stick once.
I was about 11 and my brother was around 6. We were having an argument in the bathroom at our grandparents house and it just kept getting more and more heated. To prove our aggressive intent, we were well inside each others personal space. I was also nearly a head taller than my brother. Our argument had reached a stalemate, but I observed that his nose was only a couple of inches from my mouth.
So I bit it.
I only drew a little blood.
I’ve never heard him mention the incident since. He’s got 5 inches on me now, so it’s not in my interest to remind him of it.
I locked my brother in the shed when he was four or so. He’s 17 now and I think I traumatized him for life. I also threw a metal bowl at his head because he asked me for some popcorn. And there was the time he had a pencil in his mouth and I pushed it in, resulting in a bit of drawing (and pain) on the back of his throat. It was some years ago and he hasn’t died yet.
This thread is making me flinch and giggle a lot.
I’m still trying to think of something mean I did to my brother but I’m mostly coming up with mean things he did to me!
One time I drew a picture on the ceiling in the room my brother and I shared and signed his name to it. I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn’t been known that I slept in the top bunk, and he was too young to write.
Another time, years later, I was annoyed at him about something, so I showed our Grandma his Iron Maiden album Number of the Beast, and she promptly disposed of it. (Later on, my brother and I both bought it again.)
My sister, who was three grades ahead of me, and I used to get home from school at roughly the same time each afternoon. She was in Jr. High, I was I think 4th or 5th grade. One afternoon I beat her home, and for kicks, hid in the hall closet. When she opened the closet to put away her coat, I jumped and yelled, promptly scaring the crap out of her. She collapsed in tears, all screamy and whiney.
Mom yelled, dad got home I got grounded because I’m a bad guy. Wah.
Few days later, apparently sis thinks some turnabout would be fun. I get home from school, open the closet, and out jumps sis, screaming and yelling.
Except that being a boy and not some whiney prima donna girl, I react differently.
I laid her out. Fast roundhouse right to the side of her cheek. Out. Cold.
Mom yelled, dad got home and I got re-grounded because I’m a bad guy.
One time when i was sleeping in the top bunk of my brothers’ bed (they were away at camp) my mother sent my sister in to wake me up. instead of waking up, i took a swing at her and gave her a bloody nose.
My brothers did all sorts of mean stuff to me … like measuring a snowbank by picking me up by the ankles and lowering me into it face first ! :eek:
I once told my sisters they were adopted, in fact, not just adopted, but bought.
I used to wake up early in advent and open the advent calendar just to see what shape the chocolate piece was that day and tell my sisters before they could open theirs (we all had the same calendar). Strangely, this was more devastating for them than being told they were adopted
when i was 2 i dislocated my elbow (well, my brother’s friend dislocated it for me) and the doctor gave me a cast. i hated that cast. and wouldn’t you know, my sister teased me and teased me about that cast. so, i broke it … on her head. :eek:
and the best part ? the doctor said if i could do that, i didn’t need the cast.
My sister who is a year younger than me was annoying me when we were quite young. I patiently filled a chamber pot that was in my Grandmothers house over a couple of days and emptied it over her head.
She got revenge by hitting me over the head with a croquet mallet and splitting me open.
Another incident involved my sister throwing a knife at me and it sticking in the wall an inch from my head. We really loved each other as kids
My brother and I were eating lunch at the kitchen table & having a fight. The chairs we were sitting in had wheels. I pushed him, his chair went whizzing back, and he hit the back of his head on the kitchen island. It happened to be right before his birthday, so my mom gave him his presents to make him feel better. For some reason, that pissed me off.
My brother and I were fighting another time, and he chased me. I went into my parents’ bathroom, and into their shower. He found me, grabbed my head, and whacked the back of it into the tiles.
Like Dominic Mulligan, I convinced my 5-years-younger brother who was about 5 or 6 at the time that he was adopted. I did this on the way to the bus stop before school, so he had to stew on it all day. I also used to force him to sit under the bus seat. But that was really for his own good. He had a habit of antagonizing some of the other kids and then I’d be forced to intervene to keep him from getting whipped. So I figured if I kept him safely under the seat, it’d be better for everyone.
When I was 5 years old, I really, really wanted to carve something into the piano bench, but I knew if I carved my own name, I’d get in trouble for it. So I carved my sister’s name.
It took her a spanking and a couple hours of wailing protests to convince the parents that it was my fault. Then, of course, it was my turn for a spanking and lots of wailing…
When I was eleven or twelve, and my brother was eight or nine, I told him his picture was next to the word “ugly” in the dictionary. He didn’t believe me, so I showed it to him. There, in full color next to the word “ugly”, was the cutout of a photo of his head I’d taped in the book earlier.
He cried and I got in trouble, but I’m pretty sure I remember my mom fighting back laughter.
I never really did anything bad to my sister, or she to me. I slammed a door while she was chasing me and it closed on her finger. But that’s it.
My mom’s family, on the other hand, was not so cordial. When my uncle R was a teen he was getting busy with a young lady in a field of tall grass. This field belonged to a man who had a particularly vicious bull. Little did R know that his little sister could see him and his lady. So Aunt J waits until Uncle R is in a particularly “inconvienant” moment before she gets up on the fence and starts yelling, “Look out R! The bull is in the field! Run! Run!” Apparently, Uncle R would have been a contender if Three-legged races were an Olympic event because having his pants around his ankles did not slow him down running or keep him from climbing a tall fence.
