A couple days ago everyone was at the house one of the few times this has occurred) and somehow we got talking about our childhoods and fighting with our siblings. Everyone had stories about how they used to wrestle and fight their younger siblings, get in trouble for it, etc. One of my friends even told a story about how here brother pushed her down the stairs. As I was sitting there I realized that I didn't really have any of those stories. When I look back, my childhood was the artistic version of the Cleavers. The only time I can ever remember being genuinely upset with any of my siblings was when my brother left for preschool. He was leaving me to fend for myself, dress up in costumes and play games all by myself! Did you fight with your siblings when you were growing up? Would love to hear your thoughts!
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