Terrible things you've done to your siblings

[jesusarenque]

I was one year ahead of my brother in school. The summer after my 1st grade year (he was in Kindergarten), I convinced him that you had to learn Chinese in 1st grade. To prove it I got out the manual for the VCR and turned to the part with Japanese characters and pretended like I was reading it. He was completely freaked out and would cry and refuse to go to school during the weeks leading up to the first day. Finally, my parents got it out of him why he didn't want to go. My padres were definitely not happy with me.

[Hopey]

The worst thing I did to my sister was during my family's Sunday dinner when I was about 12 years old, and she was around 8 years old. My mother had lit candles and placed them on the supper table. I was sitting directly across from my sister and at one point she asked for me to pass her some bread. I picked up the plate of bread and held it across the table, but just barely beyond the lit candle.

In the instant before she reached the bread, I quickly moved the plate backwards so that she needed to move her hand through the candle flame to grab the bread. I did it so quickly that she didn't have time to realize what was happening. She burned her hand and was screaming and carrying on for quite awhile afterwards. I believe she still has the scar.

I claimed that it was accident and for some reason my parents believed me. Probably because they didn't *want* to believe that I was capable of something so sadistic.

['Chair]

when my brother was being a pain in the ass, I would attach his neck to a banister on the stair rail with the U-Lock for my bike.

[miajag]

When my sister was 7 or 8 (and I was 10-11) she had to wear this eyepatch for a while to make her weak eye stronger or something. I constantly, mercilessly, brutally made fun of her for it, including editing the cover of her copy of Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Match Girl" to read "The Little Patch Girl."

[daryn]

nicksdad,

wow, you are one irresponsible gun owner.

[otnemem]

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When my sister was 7 or 8 (and I was 10-11) she had to wear this eyepatch for a while to make her weak eye stronger or something. I constantly, mercilessly, brutally made fun of her for it, including editing the cover of her copy of Has Christian Andersen's "The Little Match Girl" to read "The Little Patch Girl."

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Ahhhhahahahaha!

That's [censored] hilarious.

[NicksDad1970]

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nicksdad,

wow, you are one irresponsible gun owner.

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No, I'm not. That was at least 20 years ago. But, yes, then I was very irresonsible.

Nowadays if my guns aren't locked up in a safe they're unloaded, with the magazine nowhere near the gun.

I was totally different as a kid. I didn't really care about anyone (besides my mother) or anything.

[sirtimo]

When I was 11 or so, my younger brother (9) and I would climb this tree right next to our house and use it to hop on the garage roof and from there jump off to the back yard playing like we were paratroopers or army guys. It was about an 8' or 9' drop so I'm shocked we didn't somehow maim ourselves doing it. Anyway, for some reason he was chickening out at the edge once and I just leaned over and pushed him right off the roof. He fell flat on his back and hit his head on the dirt, knocking him out cold. I jumped down to check on him and my first thought is "oh crap I'm going to get it".

So in my infinite youthful wisdom, I got him to wake up, snuck him in the house and up to his room where I put my (obviously concussed) brother in his bed and told him to sleep it off. [img]/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img] A few hours later my mom tells me to get my brother downstairs to eat. I go wake him up and he comes down all woozy but functional, sits down, and loudly asks me if dad was going to take us to school after breakfast.

We were sitting down to dinner..... it was the middle of the summer. [img]/images/graemlins/smirk.gif[/img]

[pergesu]

One time I grabbed my brother's hair and slammed his head into the oven door. He was on the ground so I started walking away. *wham* I woke up a few minutes later with him standing over me holding a frying pan, laughing his ass off.

[pepper123]

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Finally, my parents got it out of him why he didn't want to go. My padres were definitely not happy with me.

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