First time you made your brother or sister cry - 3

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Well its the end of a busy week, but thank goodness its a Bank Holiday for me this weekend. No big plans unfortunately as The Ryder Cup is on, but so far the weather has been good so fingers crossed it stays that way.
I'll be catching up with friends for coffees and lunch while David plonks himself in front of the TV.

I had to share this "first" story below from a good friend of ours as it reminded me of a recent occasion when I wanted to throw a plate at someone in a fit of frustration! I'm sure you know the feeling...

The flying 45

"I must have been about ten and my sister a year younger than me. She always did my head in, you know! We fought a lot as kids and on one particular day, she was getting on my nerves so bad that I picked up one of my Dad's records, an old 45', and threw it at her.

I threw it like you'd throw a Frisbee. And what a throw it was - slicing through the air in a perfect arc! Not a throw that's easily repeated, more of a fluke.

As my eyes followed its path across the room, it landed in the wall behind my sister. Lodged itself into the plaster! Just as well she ducked really or it could have been like that James Bond movie - you know the one with the bowler hat man? She started crying and ran into the kitchen and told my Mum.

I was in trouble when my Dad got home I can tell you - it was one of his old Elvis LP's I'd thrown and when we pulled it out, although it was whole, it was all scratched. Dad had to paper up the wall too because it had sliced right through it."

First time you made your brother or sister cry - 2

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Oh we could be cruel to our siblings. Personally I don't hear from my own brother any more. Been that way for almost 7 years now. The rift is too wide now.

Fore

“I was about five or six I think when I was mucking about with the golf clubs my Dad had in the garage. I remember I had this wooden putter…I liked it because it wasn’t as heavy as the metal ones and the colours of the wood were fascinating.

As I was swinging it about the garden my brother came up from the side. I never saw him, and I would continue to say that’s the truth to this day! I was on the back swing, going for an imaginary ball, when it struck something. I turned round and I’d smacked my brother in the head with the club!. He ran away screaming to Mum and boy, did I get smacked for that one. I don’t think it was really sore for him, because I could see the smile on his face when I got smacked.”

First time you made your brother or sister cry.

For the inspiration behind this blog click here.

We’ve all done it…either more on the giving end or the receiving end when we were young. I am a younger sibling myself, and when we were really young my brother was always getting me in trouble. Sound familiar?

Do you remember what your punishment was? Its severity was always linked to the level of the crying your sibling was making - noise which you had caused with the utmost glee.

Some people I spoke to had no memories of making their sibling cry or themselves being made to cry by their sibling. I think it depends on whether you have one or more siblings, and if they are the same sex as you. Brothers to brothers have a very different relationship to brothers and sisters, and sisters to sisters. Sometimes we are jealous of the relationships our friends have with their siblings when we are much older…. It’s a family thing and how close you are. Anyway…it wasn’t always like that was it…….?

Daft

“I used to come home from a day at nursery school, all eager to learn more. I loved reading when I was growing up and couldn’t get enough books to read. I’d read the same ones over again if I got the chance!

I’d pick up my little sister – she’s four years younger than me – and sit her down on the bed and say “right, read that!”, pointing to one of my story books. She’s be all “tra, la, la, la, ga” type thing. She was only one!

I got all angry and started to shout at her, asking how she could be so thick and stupid. I think I even chucked her off the bed! She started crying and howling and Mum came in and gave me a row.

She did try to explain to me that my sister couldn’t read yet because she was a baby. I just couldn’t believe it. “Why would you have such a stupid child Mum? I’m not stupid after all!”.

I just couldn’t understand that if I could read and write, why couldn’t she? I don’t think I was able to define the time lapse thing in that I had to grow up to learn how to do it, not that it just happened right away and I could always read.”

Bite

“I remember biting my younger brother Graham. He’s three years younger than me and so I’d have been say about seven or eight and he’d be four or five. We used to play toy fighting – messing around just as boys do really. We’d kick, punch, throw each other about – nothing major sore.

I don’t know why I bit him – maybe I was stuck in a body lock and couldn’t get him off me. Anyway, whatever reason I bit him on the arm and he started shouting and bawling on Mum. When she heard what I ‘d done – my brother grassing on me so quickly too – she belted me for it and then put anticeptic on Graham’s arm! I really doubt I broke the flesh but I suppose he was making such a fuss it probably was an act on my Mum’s part to make him feel special.

Me? Well I couldn’t understand what the big deal was; couldn’t work out why we were allowed to kick and punch each other but not to bite!”