Heh.
My sisters and I used to pound on each other with unerring regularity.

My father once interrupted a knock-down, drag-out fight that had degenerated into my middle sister and I on the floor, pulling each other's hair and attempting to bite each other. Furious, he dragged us both out to the garage. As my father had a ferocious temper, we were already terrified about what kind of punishment we were about to receive.

"ALRIGHT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" He hands me a sledgehammer, then turns to my sister...."YOU'RE SMALLER, HERE'S AN AXE! NOW, IF YOU'RE BOTH SET ON KILLING ONE ANOTHER, JUST DO IT AND GET IT OVER WITH!"

At which point we both burst into tears and swear never to fight again. It was (relatively) effective, too...I don't think we really fought again for at least a fortnight, which was a bit of a record in our house.

Not really a physical injury, but it left lasting emotional trauma.

Oh, yes. And I once beaned the same sister with one of the large metal shoe-sizing devices they used to have in shoe stores...gave her a nasty gash on her forehead, a black eye, and turned the white of her eye an angry red. My mother was absolutely horrified, not only that I'd done it, but that I'd done it in public.

Same sister swears that I held her down and made her eat ants once, but I don't remember it.
(herbivorous, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 6:02, Reply)