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Originally Posted by Caramel_Candy
I have a better story. When I was a kid my siblings and I were violent growing up so one day my brother was standing on the sofa trying to balance himself and I thought it would be funny if I pushed him. He fell on the corner of the table and gushed his head open. Fast forward a few years and we were at my grandma's house and she was outside gardening and my brother and I were watching TV. He grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen and stabbed me in the knee/thigh area. I still have a scar, what a jerk  |
Hahahaha...that's crazy! My brother's room used to be huge, so when I was 6 or 7, me, my 2 older brothers (teenagers at the time), my big sister, and family friends used to play "rumble in the dark" (such a dumb name) in his room. We'd close the curtains, turn of the lights, and make sure the room was pitch black. We'd get all the pillows and blankets on the floor, and when my bro said "fight!" we'd beat the crap out of each other. The best tactic was to grab a big blanket and swallow a couple of people with it to trap them.
I lost my first tooth when my sis smacked me with a pillow and I had to sit in the "injured corner." Those were the days.
Another time, my brother thought it would be cool to light fireworks and throw them out the window. As he lit a really loud one, my dad was walking outside and my bro got really scared and didn't know what to do. He held the firecracker in his hand and let it explode (they were the dinky kind from the convenience store, so no
serious injuries alhamdulilah).
Good times...