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When i was 11, and my little brother was 9, he had an annoying habit of sneaking into my room and taking things that he wanted, and putting them in his room. When i would realize that something was missing, he would use the line: "it was in my room, so i thought it was mine".
One day, after realizing he snatched up my favorite baseball card. I took a bunch of cleare thumbtacks and laid them point up in the white carpet in front of the door to my room, like a minefield (probably between 30-50 of them). My room was upstairs, while his was downstairs, and i went downstairs into his room while he was playing nintendo (NES) and grabbed his favorite game out of the console, and began to run up to my room. He naturally chased me screaming, and not noticing my leap across the carpet in front of my door into my room. I then turned around and watched him sprint through the minefield of tacks, barefoot. He cried for a long time, and i felt real bad. But you dont steal from your brother, so he needed to be taught a lesson. I got in trouble, because it was pretty messed up, although he just had a few little bumps in his feet, but im sure it hurt like hell, especially to a 9 year old. However he never stole anything else out of my room. |
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