Years
ago while living in the wonderful district of Walthamstow in London,in the garden of our house was a old sewing machine.Now as I was only 5 at the time(this was 1978)you would think it cruel of me to be cruel to my sister who was only 2.Sad thing is at that time she was very trusting and asking her if she would like to put her fingers under the needle of the sewing machine as I had just done.Upon putting her little hand under the needle I quickly pressed the footpedal which made the needle go up and down.
End result was a poor little girl who now had a artificially webbed hand,which not only bleed pretty badly but had to have the fingers cut apart as there was still some thread in the rusty singer.
( Tyronne Get To Falkirk, Sun 21 Aug 2005, 7:19, Reply)

Is it 3rd or 1st degree? I forget
My brother used to love fighting me. I say 'love', I used to tease him, insult him, yell at him etc. until he did. I say 'used' to, but I still do =P

Still, picture the scene, I'm 14, he's 6, no matter what he says, I always interupt the first few words out of his mouth with "SHUT UP!!!" This eventually annoys him, he's chasing me around the room, as usual, trying to hit me but failing. Everytime I'd just push him back but he'd come back for more.

This time (without really thinking it through) I was stood in the middle of the room. When he ran at me I moved out of the way, he tripped on my foot and fell. Onto our wood burning stove and seeming as it was mid Januray, we'd had it on all day. Made more unfortunate for him, we were both in underwear as the heat generated from this thing is enough to peel the wallpaper. I heard his skin sizzle on the surface as his right knee and upper leg, the right side of his chest, his right hand and the right side of his face fell onto (and initially stuck to) the roaring fireplace. Never before has an image so vividly stuck in my head as him screaming his young lungs out as his quickly pulled his body off.

We had him in a cold shower AND bath for about half an hour just to cool him, then had to take him to A&E with every ice pack us and our neighbour owned.

Glad I didnt have much of a social life when I was 14, 'cos I didn't see much of one for the next 3 months.
( Insane Maniac musically inclined (about 45°), Sun 21 Aug 2005, 3:30, Reply)

my brother......fucking idiot
my dad used to help out on a farm once a week, so we'd also get dragged with him, to give my mum peace and quiet, bear in mind i am about 7 and my brother is about 9(a few years ago).

he was chasing me round this farm after an argument (i'm a faster runner than he is) i manage to climb on the top of this fork thing that goes on the back of a tractor (see pic)

he runs over and as his feet go in between the spikes on the fork, i jump off the back causing it to tip it over and it goes up between his legs, causing a huge scratch and lots of bleeding.
ok to cut a long story short.....
can you imagine the scream of a 9 year old with a 3 foot spike through.........yep you guessed it...his ballsack.....and people wonder why he's a queergayfag(TM)

something like this...but it had more spikes(about 8 or so):
www.hhfab.com/images/tractor_loader.gif
(VashTheStampede http://www.b3ta.com/features/howtopoachanegg/, Sun 21 Aug 2005, 2:57, Reply)

My little sister was 2 or 3
and my grandfather and I were playing softball in the back yard. My stubborn sister kept moving her plastic slide right behind me, and wouldn't move, no matter how much we told her to. Eventually, (COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT) I took a backswing and clocked her in the head. With a baseball bat. She started bleeding profusely and had to be taken to the hospital for stitches.
( abandonnship, Sun 21 Aug 2005, 2:35, Reply)

Does mental scaring count?
Apart from all the times my big sister pushed me down the stairs, she also dragged and pushed (with the same 'friend that pused me down stairs) me on the roof of the shed and then leave me there.

But the scariest moment of my life was at my uncles house when I was about 7-8. Behind the fence in my uncles old garden there was a sheer drop of about 8 feet at least where a tree grew. With a step lader, you could clim into the trees branches from the fence.
Me being a chicken shit somehow got convinced by my sister and cousins (one 3 years older than me *sis is 18 months older* and another a few days younger) convinced me to climb up with them to the top.

Suprise suprise they left my up this fucking tall tree terrified and taking the ladder way shouting that the farmer in the field will shoot me.

I was stuck up there for about an hour or so in the rain crying and peeing myself in terror till my mum finally found me and my grandfather had to climb up and get me.

Only saw my cousins once after that (divorce, evil mother took kids, havent seen them in over 10 years)
( Blobcat Less Jaffacakes this year, Sun 21 Aug 2005, 0:52, Reply)

Only child
I took my potential sibling rivalry on ants when I was a child. Having no siblings resulted in me torturing insects. I'm so ashamed. They're such a respectable invertebrate society. I expect their revenge at any moment. AAAAARRRGH.
(Nick_Toznost, Sun 21 Aug 2005, 0:38, Reply)

Ahhh youth
When I was about 7 or 8 years old I wanted to go ice skating. All well and good except my brother was babysitting me and told me I couldn't go, even though our mother had said that we could. So me being the somewhat violent person that I am, dressed up to go ice skating, skates and all, and promptly walked over to where my brother was sitting on the floor and kicked him square in the nuts. I then proceeded to leave and go ice skating. But it serves him right after he hogtied me, gagged me and left me in his room for three hours.
(Chessintra, Sun 21 Aug 2005, 0:25, Reply)

I'm a bastard to my older sister
When we were younger (I was 4, she was nearer 6) we were with my mum by the mouth of the River Kennet, where it flows into the Thames, nice patch of grass nearby, sunny day, and my sister and I were sat on the jetty, dangling our little feet into the river. I was bored, so I pushed her in. Cue much screaming as she clung desperately to the side, and what did I do? I retreated to a safe distance and watched to see what would happen.

Eventually some guys who were swimming across the river pulled her out. Can't remember how much trouble I got into, but I was always a shit to her - our home videos consist of me attacking her, until the video suddenly stops so my mum can rescue her.
(Ocelot Boy, Sun 21 Aug 2005, 0:03, Reply)

Wakey wakey!
I'm the only male child in my family, and I have two sisters (8 and 5 years older than me), so I never really did anything violent to them after I reached about 9-10, as I was actually getting to the point where I could hurt them properly.

When my older sister was 10, she was notorious for sleeping like a sloth on Ketamin. My dad told me to go and wake her up one Saturday morning, as we were all going out somewhere. I spoke to her, I yelled at her, I prodded her...nothing. So using my five year old's ingenuity I smashed her in the face with the Usbourne Book of Knowledge. That worked a treat...

Also, one Christmas, during a huge row with the same sister over wrapping paper, me 9, her 14, I threw a spreading knife down on the frontroom table in a fit of rage. It bounced off the table, and landed on her hand (not in, on). Cue her screaming blue murder (literally) - "MUM! MATTHEW JUST TRIED TO STAB ME IN THE HAND!" I got a serious bollocking for that. I was a little bit offended as well, if my parents thought I was going to stab my sister, they could at least have given me enough credit to use a knife that was remotely sharp...
(Dowbocop, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 23:54, Reply)

Ouchies
When we were really young, my brother and I used to wrestle a lot. Sometimes, instead of using arm-wrestling, we would use our feet. It got a bit ugly one day when he planted his heel in my stomach and I, in retaliation, stomped furiously on his little-boy balls. We both got slapped repeatedly by our mother and were sent off limping and struggling for breath. Today things area great!

First post...be gentle, it's still a bit tender...
(MinionDynasty, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 23:30, Reply)

She fell.
I didn't push her, they couldn't prove it.
( Lightguy hail satan, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 22:46, Reply)

Hmmm
Ok i got 7 stiches in ma eyebrow area afta being thrown into a galss table by my older sister the reason being i was catchin flies n she thought i was bein stupid, and i mean proper full pelt flung me, and then theres the time she shut my arm in the car door, because she was tryin 2 forget i was alive. And now onto the younger sister shes a tough one when she wants to be other wise cries like a bloody baby, she bites me n she nearly killed me last week she was strangling me and i was just about to pass out when the phone rang and she got of to answer it, really was saved by the bell! Oh and she also threw a plate at my stomach the day i came out of hospital due to having to get my appendix removed, oh and theres also the usually biting i have teeth marks for days, she also scratched the skin of my wrist nice long lasting marks.

We love each other really, but the wrestling matched are just to much to giv up.

I'm 18 ma older sis is 21 n the younger one is 14!!

PEace
(Bhougal...hang me upside down from a banana tree and call me BERTTIE BHOUGAL>>>Oh Yeah...!!, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 22:33, Reply)

Injurious produce
When my husband was 12, he got into a shouting match with his older brother in the kitchen. Husband began to reach for a knife, thought better of it, and picked up a banana. He chucked it at his brother as hard as he could, ran upstairs and slammed his bedroom door. A few minutes later, their other brother knocked and said, "What the hell did you do?" Turns out older brother was bleeding from a good-sized gash on his arm, caused by the banana's pointier-than-average stem.
(Shannon623, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 22:08, Reply)

I'd love to tell you about it
But the court case is still going through... ;)
( oucheh I am have confused, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 21:59, Reply)

I don't have any brothers or sisters (I'm an accident /!!/),
but as if to show me how much of an accident I am, my Mother once hit me square on the nose with a wooden brush.

I told my friends I fell out of bed because /that/ was less embarassing

:(
( stevierar, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 21:15, Reply)

Once poked my sister in the eye
I wanted to know what eyes felt like, and my infant mind knew better than to test on myself.
(Bazilla, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 20:27, Reply)

reme philips
Clever. Vladimir Levin would be proud.
(jambler, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 18:58, Reply)

Too much violence
All this sibling combat. Hell, it's the mental stuff that really scars.

1) My younger brother, when he was 12 and I 15, tried to impress me by doing a series of drawings of spaceships. He spent days doing them. He left them with me for appraisal, and I wrote 'CRAP' across all of them in felt tip pen. Always was the crtic.

2) Similar age (I must have been going through a phase), parents were out. I went to the kitchen, discovered our cat had caught a rabbit and brought it in. Went back to the living room, asked my brother: 'hey, wanna see my pet rabbit?', to which he replied in the positive. So, I lead him into the kitchen to show him our cat, who had taken off the top/front of the rabbit's skull and was licking its exposed brain and eyeballs. He threw up. I laughed.

Ahh, fun times.
(jambler, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 18:51, Reply)

on a sunny afternoon
in the garden killing ants with my bruv him 12 me 13 we stop and take a look round the house for things to kill the little blighters with a can of hair spray and a lighter later and i did this to him im sure he deserved it for something he has done to me over the years but sorry anyway
( Reme Philips laid an epic dump on, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 17:58, Reply)

all injuries accidental and unanekdotical
Only thing what comes close to the horrorshow up here is when my
brother was fishing, and i was swimming nearby. He got his line tangled, i tried to get the hook loose from some waterplants when he lost his patience and with a mighty jank hooked me in the thumb. My father was proud at my brother for having caught such a big fish.

The only intended injury was that he cut my ponytail off one night, but that was only because i said his He-man had no penis.
(muis, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 16:46, Reply)

I was an evil bitch
I never liked my little sister.

1. When i was 2, she was born. On her second night at home my mum but her cot on the floor by her bed, next to a set of drawers. I apparently opened the drawers over her head. If they had fallen she would have died.

2. When i was 6 i threw her down the stairs and broke her arm.

3. When i was 7 i shut her arm in the door. Broken again.

4. When i was 8, i jumped on her back and cut the whole of her left side of her face. She still has the scar.

5. When i was 11 i pushed her into the fridge. She collapsed on the floor then woke up screaming.

6. 2 weeks ago (now this one isnt too bad) i slammed a hairbrush in her face and she SCREAMED. Now, honestly, it wasnt THAT bad...

Thats just a few.
(KellieFo zomgz11!, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 16:08, Reply)

Injured Siblings
I broke my brothers arm, while we were fighting one day. Does that count?

paulsbaker.blogspot.com/
(Arizona Glover, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 16:06, Reply)

Share the pain, share the pain...
I had a TERRIBLE time as a child, due to two older sisters. I was a very gullible, smart child, and they loved to wind me up and watch me be angry. When they didn't get to be first at whatever they wanted, they could hurt me variously (Punch me several times in the stomach, then kick me when I was down, dig their nails in my back and twist them full circle, pick me up and smash my head against the ground... et cetera) and finally, I had to get a little payback.
Cut to the end of the scene-
My eldest sister had claw marks for a couple months that bled rather constantly (Blamed them on the cat) and my other got hit in the head with a lamp.

Oo, sweet payback. Still, I had to go to the emergency room, anyways.

And another one, psychological now- they told me that if I fell asleep on the day before the first day of school I would die.
Horribly. And painfully. Bitches.
(ZooLurker is an angry chick with a mullet!, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 15:18, Reply)

nanu nanu
My Brother and sister used to constantly tell me I was adopted.
They concocted a story where I was discovered, covered in goop, in a broken egg at the side of the A1 during a pee stop on a family trip to Scotland. As they were completely sociopathic liars, and as I looked nothing like them, my infant brain ascribed some truth to this.
Looking back they didn't even let me have the comfort of having human parents. Now that's just cruel isn't it?.
..to the extent that I thought Mork and Mindy was a factual documentary for years afterwards. Shazbot!
( Woolworth Smells of festive spices, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 15:00, Reply)

it wasnt really the worst thing i have ever done to my brother
but it was the coolest brother fight ever. me and my bro joe were play fighting as we always used and he pinned me to the floor and kept slapping me in the face for ages. then when he got up he sprinted for the door of our living room. near our living room door we used to have a big arm chair. i jumped up and pushed the chair as fast as i could into the door. cue him smashing his face into the door and blood gushing out of his nose. i got a bollocking but i didnt give a fuck because i had just done the coolest thing ever. but he deserved it the cunt once dropped a metal money box on my face from upstairs gave me 2 black eyes and a bloody nose.
(fwack bang on it, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 14:36, Reply)

Straw Dinosaur
Not a physical injury, but ...

When I was a kid I used to be into making models - Airfix planes, boats, that sort of shite. But for one especially gay birthday my parents brought me a 'straw model kit'... It consisted of loads of paper straws and an instruction booklet with diagrams of how to 'weave' the straws into various models. Confident of my straw weaving skills I decided to go straight to the very last, and hardest to make model ... A bloody great Dinosaur. To make that beast required pretty much the entire pack of straws but I was sure I could do it.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and my Dinosaur is almost complete. I think all I had to weave was a couple of legs before that badboy was finished. Then, my brother, two years older than me, decides to start a fight ... It was our usual kind of fight, I tried to roundhouse him - failed and fell over instead. Then he pinned me down, grabbed the nearest thing and started hitting me over the head with it. What was it? My Dinosaur ... Now a shredded lump of paper straws ...

Serves me right ... Should've stuck with the straw flower vase.
(Paolo, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 14:16, Reply)

My name's Kazza and I'm an injured sibling
In a house of three sisters we were constantly trying to 'off' each other for our own amusement and as a result tales of injury - physical and mental trip only too easily from my brain. Here are a few

My little sister once got me to climb into a laundy basket (one of those ali baba ones) and then put the lid on and sat on it. For a long time.
We used to get my little sister to sit in a dolls pram and then push her downstairs. It was alright, she used to stop when she hit the door at the bottom.
One of my sisters, still don't know who, put my prized speak and spell in the sink and ran water on it. Why??? And then left it there for me to find.
Another one of my little sister's master works. We never got bought many treats as kids - our parents were pretty badly off as my dad worked on the 'scaffy' (dustbin round). My mum bought me a covered alice band (this was the 80s mind you). My sister snapped it in half and then attempted to diguise the crime by flushing it down the toilet, as I discovered when I found it in the pan some time later.
My older sister had a dart thrown at her head (this one is the ice cream van chimes of this question isn't it). Although come to think of it, it might have been my uncle who did that and then blamed it on one of us...
When I was about five and my sister was four, she tried to sharpen my fingers(!!) with a Ronald McDonald pencil sharpener. With predictable results. One of my first memories that. Shortly after that she tried to bite off one of my nipples in a fight. How does a four year old think of that??!
To cap it all, both my sisters spent the first ten years of my life telling me that my parents weren't my real mum and dad (they are..I think).
The worst one was when I was 17 my sister told me my mum and dad aren't even married and she'd known 'for years'. Well didn't you wonder where the wedding photos were? Turns out I really am a bastard.

Ah, we were poor but we were miserable.
(Kazza , loathing myself so you don't have to, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 13:44, Reply)

BMX
I used to give my little sister 'lifts' all over the place on my BMX, me riding like a nutter and her standing on the tricknuts.

I used to like scaring her by finding big kerbs and things to jump off, with her hanging on screaming on the back. She can't have been that scared really, cos she was always asking for a lift.

Anyway, one afternoon of big drop-off's too many, the back axle of my bike finally gave up the abuse of having my sister on it, and it snapped. The back wheel went all wobbly and half came off, and my sister went all wobbly and fell off, neatly headbutting the back wheel on the way down.

It took a lot of explaining to our mum as to why my sister had a perfect tyre track bruise running up her forehead.
(inflateable, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 13:33, Reply)

Big brother punching
By big bro is 42, making him 13 years older than me. When I was about 15, we were always having "dummy" fights and he was always giving me a doing. One day he came round and the barney commences. Now the unwritten rule was, as he was a bit of a minor celeb in the area at the time due to his music, we weren't allowed to actually punch each other in the face. SO if we were going to aim there we would deliberatly miss and go for either side of the head. Only on this occasion, my brother swung for me and I ducked the wrong way. Cue his big fucking hand, complete with big silver ring making contact with my mouth and blood and bits of my incisors splintering all over the hall, and then my brother making a sharp exit before my mum saw what happened! I got my revenge though, as I turned into a rather heavy and strong rugby player, and one day a year or so later I punched him in the side and broke two of his ribs.
( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Sat 20 Aug 2005, 11:54, Reply)

He provoked me
Years ago, my older brother was irritating me one time, so much so that I instinctively headbutted him in the jaw and broke one of his teeth. Even though I never meant to do it, it felt very satisfying...
(Flabbergaster laughs at danger (and breaks all the rules), Sat 20 Aug 2005, 11:47, Reply)