I have a really old memory that came up because of a Reddit story. I'm the oldest child, and I hated my little siblings, one of which was my twin. The little fcks would never leave me alone and my twin was OBSESSED with wrestling, one day he thought he had an advantage because he was hiding in the hallway and he jumped out and grabbed me into a side hold so I body slammed him into the bookcase. I broke his fcking arm. My youngest brother was a nightmare in himself and would creepy sht. One day, I was showering (The door is always locked because I know these fckers would use my vulnerability as an advantage to prank me, I'm talking firecrackers, pretend intruder situations, that type of sht, so anyway I'm washing my fcking hair when the curtain reeled back and I sidestepped and box kicked my youngest brother in the d!ck. (I wasn't aiming.) I did not apologize but I did kick him out, after berating him for two hours and telling him he deserved to get chocked out for that sht and was lucky I only kicked him in the d!ck. After my shower, I asked how the fck did he get in, and he told me he never left he was hiding under the sink cabinet since 8 in the morning hoping to prank one of us, I told him he tried to prank the wrong sibling. My little sister was the angel and could do no wrong, but those 2 made up for her sweetness. I am in no way saying I didn't have my devil kid moments, but I am saying most of them would have been avoided if those two didn't try to f*ck around and find out.
