Cartoon influence - all bad!
My elder sister and I were playing hide and seek. She hid under the swimming pool liner under the house and I hit her on the head with a hammer. Not hard, but it obviously hurt, and her wails alerted my mum who gave me a swift swipe in the butt region and I lived in dread of what Dad would say or do when he got home. "Wait until your father gets home!" was the worst thing you could imagine hearing. Mental torture.

My little sister also got nasty with the same elder sister by demanding she show her the moth she had caught. Jan demurred as only a bratty elder sister can, so Michelle promptly bit her on the arm.

I have no scars. I was the good sister. Mostly.
( Shazzoir Old enough to know better young enough not to care, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 11:36, Reply)