Vagabond's story reminds me...
Not in the least bit proud of this, of course. In my defense, I was 8 at the time. My sister would have been about 6. We never really had a good relationship back then and we would constantly argue and fight.

One day, we were having some sort of insult slinging match in the living room. I remember that not only my parents, but my grandma and one of the neighbours was in the room.

I had my back turned to her, probably walking away after a crushing verbal defeat from a girl who has always had quite a flair for verbal warfare. Just at that point she landed a final killer blow - I can't remember what was said but it must have hit a nerve, because I span around and kicked her.

Unfortunately, she was sat on the floor behind me, and my foot connected with her mouth. I remember her head snapping back and a trail of blood shooting into the air. She looked at me bewildered, spat out a mouthful of blood into her hand, and both of her two front teeth.

I did what any good brother might do in that situation, and legged it upstairs to my bedroom.

I'd never felt such intense guilt, and I was in trouble for (what felt like) a long time after that. Taught me a valuable lesson about plausible deniability though.

What? Why are you looking at me like that? They were MILK teeth - they'd have fallen out eventually anyway, sheesh.
(leviticus no longer likes the cut of your gib on, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 11:47, 2 replies)

hahahaha I love the fact that her major weapon against you was her mouth and you kicked her right in it

( Michael Ellis contributes nothing, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 13:06, closed)

I feel for you
Me and my brother never got along when we were young either and even though I don't normally condone hitting girls I couldn't help feeling a tiny bit of satisfaction on your behalf.

We get along fine now but then we have 200 miles of space between us but I dare say even now if we spent long enough together I would end up lashing out on him.
(libman, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:12, closed)