We had a small birthday celebration for my sister last weekend and we did a little bit of reminiscing. Said sister is 5 years older than me and the story came up on how she broke my arm.

I was six months old and my mother had placed me bundled up, in an overstuffed chair as she often did. My sister was told to keep an eye on me, even though I pretty much stayed in place during those sittings (always heard what a good baby I was). Mom told my Sis "Don't pick him up" and of course, the very first thing she did when Mom left the room was to pick me up...and then proceed to drop me.

Funny, because I was there, but don't remember it happening at all! They say my cast was really tiny.

So what's your story? Ever been roughed up by a sibling?

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Lots of times. Mom ended up buying boxing gloves so we would stop losing teeth.

Slammed my brother's fingers in the car door once. I still think its funny.

Was playing horsey on my older brother's back when I was 6 or 7 years old. We were on top of his bed and he proceeded to "buck" me off. I flew in the air and landed with my twisted right arm outstretched. Broken wrist.

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I shot my brother in the back with a BB gun at close range once. I think it was one of those situations as a kid where you say to yourself, "I wonder what would happen if . . ."

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While out with the family playing miniature golf, my sister walked up close behind me. It was my turn and, I happened to take a real swing to send the ball up a big ramp. On my backswing, club caught her just above her eye. I believe she needed a few stitches. Total accident but, I still felt bad.


Then there was the time I kicked my brother in the nuts; he had it coming.

I was teasing my sister and pointing at her through the gap of a door (the hinge side). She got mad and shut the door. Was probably a minute before grandma heard my screams and came in from the backyard.

When they were much younger, my brother was in the backyard throwing darts at a dartboard he hung up on a tree trunk. My sister walked behind said tree and got hit in the forehead with a dart. Fortunately, he did not take an eye out.

I threw a Jart up in the air on the front lawn once. It came back down and stuck into my little brother's back. At that moment my parents drove up, so I ran over to my brother pulled the Jart out and very consolingly said....











..."don't you dare tell mom or dad!!"

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I electrocuted my brother once. He wanted to return the favor but I declined. I three a rock and smashed my cousins glasses putting glass in his eye. My brother threw a cast iron object at me and I got stitches and a huge bump.

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Not me. But I do have a best friend who was shot in the throat by his brother when they were playing with a real gun found in their father's desk. Fortunately nothing essential was injured and he made a full recovery.

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my younger brother laid my head open with a belt buckle once.

i turned on the waterworks and let the blood flow for maximum sympathy for me and punishment for him.

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When I was three my sister who is five years older told me the bulbs on the Xmas tree were candy. That evil act of child abuse resulted in a trip to the emergency room.

I tried to get her back the next year by driving my parents car, with both of us in it, down a hill, across a two lane highway and then smashed into a house. My dad who left us in the car, was frantically chasing us telling my screaming sister to step on the brake. Luckily, neither of us were hurt.

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Even though my sister was older, and my brother was younger, I was the biggest kid in the house growing up. Not much in the way knock-down drag-out fights, as I would just bear hug them and wrestle them to the ground and then sit on them until the authorities showed up. Sis had teeth and fingernails that found there way into my flesh, and bro used to throw stuff like dinnerware, screwdrivers, pliers, and such, that also didn't feel too good either. Some of those scars lasted for years.

A few years before that, bro never walked, he always ran as a kid, so one day I tied a string to the hall closet dresser drawer, and called little bro, who as expected, came running down the hall... until I pulled the string; expecting a humorous face plant into the somewhat plush carpet. Nope, the kid went flying about six and half feet, so the face plant was into the bathroom door, knocking out his two front teeth. Oops! Thankfully they were his baby teeth, but I had a tough time 'splainin that one.

Later, in his knife/fork/hand tools throwing era, after his permanent teeth had long since grown in, he was riding his bike; and stuck his own foot into the front spokes, whereupon he flew over the handlebars and face planted onto the street, knocking those permanent teeth out all by himself. That time, he was the one w/ the tough 'splainin to do. His friend had showed him how to touch the spokes while riding, in order to make a weird sound... unfortunately little bro didn't get the technique right first.

So, after that fiasco (which was like about eight years or so down the road) our parents finally had to let me out of the doghouse for my earlier attempt at humor.

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Playing cops and robbers. Caught and handcuffed my brother who proceeded to try to 'escape custody', tripped and hit the concrete floor. Broke one front tooth which got capped.

Same brother riding his bike in the street where we were playing baseball. Swing and a miss except the bat hit him in the head on the follow-through. He wasn't knocked out but had a heck of a lump in his forehead. I didn't swing the bat, rather a neighbor girl did it. She was probably 13 and was beside herself, crying more than my younger brother who was six or seven.

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Saint Cloud, Minnesota, where the weather is wonderful even when it isn't.

Got an "Indian Burn' from a cousin once.

Yes, my sister dropped me trying to get me out of the crib and broke one of my ribs.

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My younger Sister nailed me in the eye with a flaming marshmallow from the camp fire.
Some how my mother decided I should have been more careful.
That is how it always worked with my sister and I.

These are all gems! Keep 'em coming!

I stabbed my brother in the arm once, And also "tried to electrocute" him.




Real story: I was holding an open pocket knife, blade up on the floor, messing with my older brother. Did enough of something to annoy him and he swung on me, bringing his arm right down on the knife. My sister was the one that freaked.

Attempted "electrocution" was when I built an alarm bell with a slot car racer transformer, some wiring wrapped around a bolt, set up to create an electronic magnet once the power was turned on. The magnet would then draw the metal "clapper" to the bell, simultaneously interrupting the current, so the magnet would release, creating the current again, etc... Once I was done playing with it (I had the wires coming out of light socket plug adapter) I just turned off the light switch, and removed the transformer from the wires and went on my merry way. Unfortunate brother later walked into the room and flipped on the light switch sending current to two bare wires hanging at about switch level. Lotta sparks but no injuries.!!

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As the younger brother it is my duty to run faster or risk getting caught and having things broken. I was a fast runner, to the point where I learned how to run at maximum speed down steep hills and not lose my balance - this is a good skill to have, especially when at the bottom of the hill there is a fallen over chain link fence which works exactly like a trampoline or those thingys that gymnastic vaulters use. You can make it across the road in the air and down into the neighbors thicket and away from danger assuming there aren't any passing cars. I never met a car, luckily though there was the occasional close call.

These skills are nice but the problem happens when older brother traps me in the back of the house from where there is only 1 escape and older brother occupies that route. fight and 1 broken arm later and dominance has been established in the house. There were no more fights after that amazingly and I am correspondingly quite a slower human being nowadays.

I Don't Remember. However, Since I've The Oldest, I Would Have To Say Probably Not.

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It is what it is.

My brothers dropped me on my head a lot.

When I was little, I had a couple of small, metal train cars. The wheels were the perfect size to fit into an electrical outlet. My older brother was the one who got the shock that day, as he tried to help me remove it.

Yes . Constantly . My younger sister and I had a hate / hate relationship. Broke my finger in a car door because she was jealous that I had my first communion. Later I punched her in the nose so hard it bled. During mass. I was pretty sure we were both going to hell.

My sister, 12 years older, was very angry at me for having been born. She broke her violin on the top of my head AND pulled my earlobe until it tore-both while I was an infant. She slammed my finger in the car door later, when I was about 5(I remember that-then she locked the door!). I have no idea what else she did, but wow, did she despise me for years and years. We are okay now and I'm flying across the country to see her fairly soon(she is a doctor with children that she theoretically did not use to break musical instruments with).

No.
Oldest.
Loved, revered and admired by all.

To this day.

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Accidentally. When the fists are flying you occasionally hit the wrong target.

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Saint Cloud, Minnesota, where the weather is wonderful even when it isn't.

When I was 5, while on a family trip to Disneyland, my sister stabbed me in the eye with a Mary Poppins umbrella.