aaaaah, the memories come flooding back...............
because similar deeds outlined here happened to me frequently. General torture, or 'love' given to me by my older brother involved suffocation with duvets/upturned dinghy; race to the shops with me as the only contender; made to pick up hard white dog shits; 'you're adopted'; hide and seek where i'd hide for hours to discover that he'd gone out previous; the 'no means yes/yes means yes game' - punch 'did you like that?' 'no' - punch; the punching game, where all that happened was that he punched my arm til i couldn't feel it and it was all blue; jungle drums - chest gets twatted whilst i was pinned to the ground.

Two particular incidents stick in my mind.
1) Pile of bricks with plank on top. He instructed that I stand with my feet pushed underneath the plank. He jumps on other end. Hey presto, no skin on shins.
2) I broke my leg, the day my first 'real' bike had been bought. Lying in bed being sad, he came in and was lovely and kind to me - then proceeded to tell me the story of the lonely orphan (Ben) who our parents had given my bike to because he needed it and I was a cripple. Much tears from me and much sniggering from him.

Funny, but, this all seems perfectly normal to me and forms part of my happy childhood memories!!!
(ell, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 17:34, Reply)