two attempted murders
According to my mother, my sister (older by 19 months) and I were the best of friends until I was about 7. After that it was 10 years of shrieking, clawing, pummelling catfight until she left for college. Lucky for me I was bigger than her by the time I was 5.

I can't even recount the years of petty slights that led up to my two serious attempts to strangle her to death, but these were the immediate triggers:

1) When I was about 12, we were eating TV dinners. While I went to get something from the kitchen, she ate my dessert. She had to die.

2) At 18, with both of us home for the summer, she failed to thank me for washing her work uniform. This time I choked her good enough to make her turn red before I was bodily removed from the scene.

Thank goodness, I was stopped by my parents in the first case and my then-boyfriend in the second case. Big sis and I are now the best of friends, so the moral of the story is: no matter how much you hate your sibling now, it might only be because you have to live with them!
( madrabbit is fully prepared, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 9:44, Reply)