I stole from my brother.
Aged about 8 or 9, I had been saving for months. We got 50p pocket money each, fortnightly, and the deal was that 25p would go towards subs for “Friday Club” and 25p was for tuck whilst we were there. (Friday Club was for 7-11 year olds, 2 hours of games and crafts and general rowdiness on a fortnightly basis – give the parents some peace.) I didn’t have a lot of access to money, but I’d managed to scrimp and save £4.13. I remember the amount precisely. I was so proud of myself, and impressed with my riches.

But my brother got a five pound note in a birthday card from a relative. I never ever received money, and I’d certainly never possessed a note. I was envious. I stole it, and he said it was missing, and my parents eventually checked my belongings and found it. I had no reason to own a fiver, no defence to fall back on, just my greed and shame.

So instead, I made a fuss about my missing Barbie and Sindy dolls. I knew exactly where they were, naked, facedown under his bed, and I didn’t give a monkeys – I never liked them and had basically been saving this as ammo should rivalry arise. It totally worked – I had to return the money but got no more shame or retribution. Mwa ha ha.
( sleepybinky, Wed 1 Sep 2010, 14:20, 1 reply)

Sibling rivalry
I envy you your wits. Wish I'd been that clever as a child, my brother was cutterly unting to the rest of us.
( kila is reading clocks upside-down as usual, Wed 1 Sep 2010, 22:43, closed)