My brother and I used to walk from the bus stop to our house. I remember many times my mom being there but I guess as we got older we were allowed to make the long trek home alone. This wasn't a typical bus stop/walk home like most people would think. This was mostly straight uphill and 1 mile long. Seriously sucky! I am 6 yrs older than my brother, which means my legs are longer and I could walk faster. lol
It seemed like he kept us going at such a slooooow pace. I would walk as usual and then have to stop to wait up for him.....like the good sister I am.
Speaking of being a good sister......Apparently one day I got tired of his slowness and tired of waiting around. What else is a girl to do? Like any normal person would do.....I picked up a rock and threw it in his direction. In his direction equalled hitting him square in the head. OH MY GOD. I was for sure that I just killed my brother and here we were in the middle of nowhere, no one around and blood is squirting out of his head. OMG. I was frantically apologizing, thinking this is my last words to him or something. So I rushed him down the driveway (we were halfway home) to the nearest neighbors house. I don't remember what happened after that until the point where we got him medical attention. I am still shook up and so sorry. My parents thought I needed to be really sorry, I guess. They made me sit in the room while he got his head stitched up. That was some serious punishment!
We both made it out alive.
I don't think I threw any rocks after that and he has no brain damage or anything.
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