Reminiscences of childhood

We were sitting at the lunch at work the other day with some of us recounting stories of childhood and sibling rivalries

I had a difference of opinion with the brother next in age to me, about something that I can no longer remember, and whatever I said, or did, led to an explosion of rage from younger brother, which involved chasing me around the house with a tomahawk. I can still remember the fear of that day, and speeding into my bedroom, slamming the door shut, and quickly pushing a chest of drawers in front of the door. My brother stayed on the other side of the door, and the scars to the event were still in the door, many years later when the house was sold for removal. Best option in this situation: Hide.

A colleague who had been given permission to watch a movie, provided she helped her older sister wash and dry the dishes, after the movie was finished, was forced, carving knife at her neck, to do the dishes, NOW, when Big sis was ready…Best option in this situation: Do as you are told. (Even if it meant that you never, ever, saw the end of the Care Bears Movie)

Another colleague, as a young lad at the top of the hill, thought he was helping his father chase sheep, only to realise when his father came storming up the hill, that what he was doing (standing directly in the path the sheep were meant to take) was not actually helping the situation. Best option in this situation: Disappear!

I am sure almost everyone has tales of horror and rage, whether at the hands of siblings or other family members at various times. Events such as these were probably good training for dealing with crises later in life!