Once as a child my brother, Dallas, and I at my grandmother’s house while my parents went out. Dallas was probably three or four and I was around eight or nine and we had a lot of fights and arguments at this time in our childhood. Dallas was a mean and violent child when it came to me doing something or having something he wanted. We had been playing some game we made up with clothes basket, Dallas wanted a turn, after he had been the “driver” for quite a while, so as his older sister I was not about to give in to him once more. I finally got in the “car” (clothes basket) while Dallas went to get a drink. I promised him I wouldn’t take it; I remember I had my fingers crossed so that “broke the promise. As Dallas came around the corner, he saw I was in the basket, got so angry, of course, I just laugh. Momentarily, Dallas grabbed the first thing he spotted, unfortunately for me, it was a house phone. Dallas grabs the phone and throws it at my head, it hits my mouth and I had a fat lip for a few days. Dallas thought he could get away with it, but, he was so very wrong.
Later that night Dallas thought I was just going to ignore the fact he hit me with a phone. Well, he was wrong. As the night progressed I thought of a plan to get back at my brother. As a child, and even a teenager, I didn’t have good timing or luck. I finally find a fake hard plastic gun and as Dallas is watching television I walk up behind him and hit him as hard as possible on the back. Once again, I was an unlucky child and had very poor timing, as the toy gun hits my brother’s back, my parents walk in the door. I had gotten in so much trouble. I had to go to my room as soon as we got home and not come out. The door was open and I had to sit there by the door, so they could see I was not playing with any toy. Once I was allowed to talk to them and explain myself I let them know the only reason I had hit my brother was because earlier that night he had given me a fat lip, so Dallas received a punishment as well. We never used fake guns or remotes as weapons again.
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