My sister and I were home alone and bickering over something meaningless when the claws came out (literally). I always stayed low, where I could have an advantage while she pounded on me from above (she is 5'10", I am 5'2"). I reached up and grabbed the pocket of her white pants and pulled, tearing them down the leg. Immediately she stopped and stared at me horrified, then ran to her room and slammed the door. I stood there stunned. What had just happened?
Why do I feel so sad?
My mind suddenly recalled one of the countless shopping trips with my sister where she could not find 1 single pair of pants in the entire mall that were long enough. I remembered how often she wore those white pants.
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Awwww. The things we do.
One time I got really mad at my brother... I knew I could not win a physical fight with him (we didn't fight very often) but once I went into the bathroom took his toothbrush and stuck it in the toilet.
I haven't told him. Probably never will. In that way, I may never redeem my past. But, I think you have.
Love you!
XO
If this is confession time, I am in!! One time I lied to family friend (he is only 3 years older than me) and told him that our toilet was broken. I made him poo on the grass in the backyard. I even brought him toilet paper.
I don't know why we do such terrible things. I do know that it has to do with innocence... and awakening, though.
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