Revenge
My older brother 18 months is a big gap when you are young was a complete bastard to me whenever he got the chance.
I was a good looking boy and he was a speccy shortarse so perhaps he was jealous.

We fought constantly and by age 6 or 7 I was well able for him but not above a bit of snivelling if it could get him in trouble.

One morning he was smacking me about the kitchen and when I told my mother she whacked him so hard that he fell down!

Straight on top of the little crate of milk bottles which had just been washed and were ready to go out on the doorstep.

He had to get about 10 stitches in his leg and a week off school, our mother seemed to get over the shock and guilt fairly quickly.

I still think he deserved it.

We started to get along much better when he moved out at 18.
( notsosecretagentman, Sat 3 Jan 2009, 20:38, Reply)