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Shame on me! I was only fourteen and hated my younger brother. He always got the biggest apple and the most bacon. He was a spoiled brat! I was daughter number three of seven and HE was the first born son (of two) and much younger than I. We had a large family and chores were a hobby and younger siblings, six of them, work! One night, my mother asked me to get the younger children off to bed for her. She was trying to watch a baseball game and needed the rest. It had been a long day. I went up the stairs while another sister lined the children up in the bathroom and made them wash before bed. I turned down the beds and closed the windows and for one stupid minute, looked at My brothers bed in the corner. The devil climbed on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. I agreed. Little brother needed a good scare. I loosened the light bulb in the socket and as the room fell into darkness, slid far under his bed and waited. Sister Pat brought four of the children into the room and flipped on the switch. Nothing happened. She turned on the hall light and told the kids to get into bed anyways and she would have mom put a new bulb in later. They did as she asked. Then, she pulled the door shut and left. I snickered under the bed. Two brothers and two sisters in one room. Back in those days, it was common to have to share a room with younger siblings of mixed ages and sex. Each had their own beds and as the younger two slipped away into sleep, my brother insisted he keep talking to a sister and fighting with words, back and forth. She cried easily and he goaded her. After ten minutes, they both settled down and brother rolled over on his side. Sister was asleep and I lay there, in the dark waiting. I thought of my mother and how she would slap me right into next week if she caught me and then the angel stopped on my shoulder and told me NOT TO DO THIS! All I was going to do, was shake the bed and moan, but ANGEL said NO! So, I slipped my hand out and tried to crawl out from under the bed. I was stuck. The bed was old and brothers weight had made the springs come down on me from above. I didn't want to move too much for fear of shaking him awake, so I did the next best thing. I slipped my hand out and thought I could lay it gently on the side of the bed and pull myself free. Instead, I slipped my hand out and as I grabbed the side of the bed, brother let his arm droop over the edge and, you guessed it, I grabbed hold of his arm. You can imagine his eyes flying open and his

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