My brother and I are 2 years apart. He was 2 and I was 4 when the following happened.
I was fooling around like a rambunctious kid, picking on him since I was 4 and really didn't have the concept of "douche bag" yet in my brain. Well, the roughhousing got quite rowdy when I grabbed his blanket from him and started 'tug of war'..
Well I turned and ended up flinging him into a coffee table, splitting his skull and forcing him to get 14 stitches and a couple staples. Did it again 5 months later and really pissed the hospital, insurance company, and parents off.. Again, I was 4.
And then there is the ongoing occasional ball kicking contest ala Adventureland. I'm 22, he's 20.. yeah.
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