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We took great vacations, have loving parents, grandparents and most of our family members. But we were also similar to Malcolm In The Middle. We loved and hated each other.

For the first few years it was me, my sister and brother. Needless to say, my sister and I ganged up on my brother. Hey, it just comes natural. But I remember one day he got us back. I can't remember if it was me or my sister (although I think it was me). We were all supposed to be taking a nap. My brother snuck across the room and bit one of us on our closed eye. It's funny as heck now, but....Another time when we were older my sister and I were fighting. I mean we were in a knock down drag out fight. I remember one of us was leaned across a chair, then a counter top. Then we heard a voice say, stop that fighting. It was the insurance lady. It was summer and the door was open with the screen door locked. My parents weren't home at the time (I think I was 12). We stopped fighting. Told her our parents weren't in, and we may have gone back to fighting after she left. I can't remember. I'm sure by now you're thinking one of two things. These were typical antics of children, or these are some bad kids. We weren't, but we had our moments. These are two stories we all laugh about even now.


My two younger sisters are in the picture now. My brother used to pick on one of them all of the time. This particular day he made her cry. She almost fell down the basement steps. I was ticked.. I came after him and he ran.  I took off my tennis shoe (sneaker) and threw it at him. The next few seconds appeared to happen in slow motion.  The shoe bounced off of the floor and hit a window. Time froze in place.  We would fight when my parents weren't home.  We were mischief, but NEVER do I recall any of our antics breaking anything in the house.  I almost had a stroke. I told my siblings to go to the school up the street and get as much puddy off of the windows as possible. I started calling around to window repair places. The only one that was open and had the pane was a good 15 miles away. We were too young to drive. So my brother had to get on his bicycle and go get it. When he got back we tried to put it in. One of us dropped it and it chipped on the end. He had to go get another piece. He got back with the new pane only minutes before he had to go to work at Dairy Queen. After all of that I think I told my parents what happened. After all, we fixed it--sort of.

Another time my brother was picking on the same sister while I was sweeping the floor. I chased him with the broom. He ran upstairs. He was too fast for me. By the time I got to the top of the stairs he was down the hall in the doorway of a bedroom. He stuck out his tongue, put his fingers in his ears and did the nah, nah, nah, thing. I lifted the broom to throw at him. He grabbed the door. I let the broom go. I watched as the broom sailed through a small opening. The next thing I hear is my brother yell Bulls eye! I ran into the room and saw him lying down on the bed with his hands over his forehead. I had hit the mark. I didn't even believe I had done it.