My big brother was a bully - so I got him back BIG TIME
He was a dumb as a post - still is - so it was a favourite game of mine to quiz him on books, world events and long words, etc and laugh at his stupidity. (Come to think of it, I STILL enjoy this). When he couldn't even think of a decent insult, words would fail him completely and he would beat me up.

Once when he wanted to play tennis with a friend he "ordered" me to go up to the 10th floor to our flat and get him a racket.

I played the obedient little sister and got the racket. I then launched it off the balcony, and hit him square between the shoulder blades.

I have no idea how I hit him. It was one of those moments of blind luck and divine intervention.

The racket broke in 2 and he lay on the ground in the fetal position for about 45 mins before I went inside - finally bored with my victory.

I scare myself sometimes.

The following winter I fell through the ice in the river behind our flat (we lived in Sweden as kids). We were alone because we had been told not to play on the thin ice. He pulled me out and carried me home before I froze to death - basically saving my life.

He's still a stupid cnut though.
(Peelmytangerines, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 21:18, Reply)