I remember pushing my brother out the window. George was half way out the window reaching for the screen that had fallen out, and seeing he couldn’t quite reach it I helped him out and pushed him the rest of the way out, he landed head first, and after screaming like a five year old he was ready to kill me.

I remember throwing knives at my sister. We had moved not to long ago to the current house I live in and the unpacking process was still underway. I found a box full of kitchen knives down stairs and thought to myself, wouldn’t it be cool if I could throw them toward the ground and they would just stick in the ground? Well I decided I would try it so I got three or four knives and started throwing them. My sister, Katherine saw me and told me to stop, not being on good terms with her, I said, "Make me!" She didn’t like my response and approached me. I told if she got any closer, I would throw the knives at her, not believing me she came closer, and as I had threatened I threw the knives, lucky for me I didn’t have good aim.

I remember having rubber band wars with my siblings. We would get set up in my sister’s room, I had the toy box, my sister had the chest, and my brother had the closet. I never remember my brother and sister get hit, but I sure remember getting hit myself.

I remember making dents in the wall with my head. One day my brother got really mad at me because I stole all his $2 bills. So as a result he threw me off the top bunk of our bed and threw me head first into the wall. He must have done it at least three times before he stopped and realized it might have actually hurt me.

I remember dressing up like a girl. I was young and my sister convinced me with her sly ways that every Sunday I should dress up in her clothes, since the rest of the week I wore clothes like my brother. Unfortunately she did make me wear her skirts and other detestable girly things. She says I did it willingly, but I know I never did. The worst part is there is cold hard evidence and living witnesses.

I remember the weekend we went camping and everything that could have gone wrong did. First the cabinet holding all our canned fruit cracked and crashed down, breaking all the canned jars, before we left. Second we got to the campground late so we had to pitch our tents in the dark. Third we woke up early the next morning and went for a hike up the mountain, resulting in a race down the hill, it was me against my older brother and sister. I was ahead and suddenly I slipped and fell dead center on my head, splitting it open. Not really caring I kept on trying to win the race. After exalting myself in winning I told my parents that my brother and sister made me trip and I cracked my head open. Believing the young and "innocent" boy they confronted my sibling, to which they protested to the lie. In parents rage they made us pack up and leave that instant. Unfortunately our dog was with us. The only thing in the desert that keeps a dog at camp is being chained to a motionless vehicle. However in the haste of leaving we forget the dog! He was painfully drug a quarter of a mile before my sister noticed his absence.

I remember demising plans of evil in the hopes of catching the homeless person. Four people including myself build traps, made maps, and prepared plans on the church property trying to catch a man we only imagined was true, until we found out he really was.

I remember finally defeating my sister in hallway soccer. Even to this day she still would not admit to it.

I remember fighting my sister only to be saved by my strong brother.

I remember going through snow mazes on the school playground attempting to be the unseen attacker. We were playing hide and seek in the snow maze we had created that had walls above our heads. I liked the hide and seek part, but I decided to add a little twist by chucking snow balls at the people that were it.

I remember being hung by a hanger in the closet like a shirt. One of my class mates that I hated and mutually agrees had to stay in the same room as myself when we went to Washington D.C. He thought it would be cool if he hung me in the closet, I didn’t quite like the idea. It, however, despite my protests happened. I felt like an ironed shirt hanging and ready to be worn.

I remember being locked out of the house. My sister had once again had enough of me and threw me out of the house. She locked all the doors and windows. Finally after four hours I managed to climb in through the hallway window that was smaller than a 15" screen on a monitor. Once she saw that I was in again, she of course threw me out again, only to let me back in right before my parents got home.

I remember riding my bike for the first time and crashing into a car. My brother was teaching me to ride with training wheels and I was getting bored and I wanted to ride my bike without them, so he took them off and said just go down the middle of the street ride. That is what I did, but since we are on a hill I gained speed faster than I thought I would and didn’t know what to do. I got over to one side and waited, then smack, I hit the car dead center. Oh course I blamed my brother.

I remember dreadful days of weeding. Our dad didn’t care what we thought. He just said it had better be done by the time he got home. During the summer he gave us lists of chores a mile long that we knew could never be finished. The worst on the list was to weed the garden. Our garden is probably half an acre big. Instead of doing our chores we would watch t.v. from 7:30 to 4:30. Our dad left work at seven and got home at five. He told us never to watch t.v and to get our chores done. Somehow we always managed to get our chores done in the last thirty minutes.

I remember getting pennies chucked at my head. My sister and I never really got along well when we were young, actually since two years ago. One day Skyler was over and I was pestering my sister as usual. She was fed up and starting throwing pennies at my head. To this day the only person that can testify on my behalf is Skyler.

I remember my brother telling me that it doesn’t hurt to be picked up by your ears. Then he told he wanted to try it out on me. I gullibly accepted.