When I was 9 and my sister was 7
we didn't exactly get on. I locked myself in my room with all of her Care Bears, and then I started lobbing them one by one out of my bedroom window, aiming ever closer to the fish pond. Sis ran into the garden screaming, and trying to catch her bears before they ended up in with the fish.

Eventually I ran out of Care Bears, and ambled down to the garden to admire my handiwork. Sis immediately dropped her bears, picked up a fist sized rock, and hurled it with terriying accuracy at my head. It hit my right between the eyes, and I ended up covered from head to toe in bloody (it looked a bit like a scene from Carrie). Cue fainting babysitter, trip to hospital..

We get along fine now though..
( expf, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:59, Reply)