The good old days
like all siblings, me and by brother would tear chunks of of each other - to this day he has a scar on his nose where I walloped him with a tenis racket.

But my crowning hour, I feel, was when I was about 13, and he was 12. Mum and Dad had gone out, I was left in charge -was told my brother couldn't go out, as he had homework, or something.
My brother went out, sat on top of the phonebox in our miserable little hamlet, and refused to come inside - I told him if he didn't I'd snap all his playstation games. He didn't believe me.
FOOL
Five minutes later - a distressed pre-teen boy fighting between pride and horror as his precious games are stapped, one by one, in front of him (they're quite hard to break you know) in the end - he came inside.

Best bit? I got praised for *taking authority* and he got told off for going out :D

The greatest childhood memories though, were when me and my brother would gang up on our much younger, childhood-obesity specimin of a sister. Most inspired nickname? Pigalotta; she cried and cried and cried. Now looks like any normal 14 yr old, but is forever paranoid that she's fat - I like to think me and my brother played a big part in this pyschological scarring.....
(jaffafairy, Thu 25 Aug 2005, 9:23, Reply)