I tormented my sister, back when bullying was okay

Bullying just doesn’t fly anymore. Rightfully so, but I think a little sibling torture is okay and healthy.

Just ask Nikki.

See the love?

Where do I start? I called her nicknames she hated. I made fun of her birthmark. I told people she was an accident (she is 4 years younger). I made her take the fall for everything, “you’re younger so you won’t get in trouble.”

I was present, but not responsible, for many of her injuries.  

 

She fell out of a wheelbarrow I was pushing and got a concussion.

She tripped when I was chasing her and got 6 stitches.

She sprained an ankle running away from me. I wasn’t even chasing her this time.

She fell jumping off the bed and put her tooth through her lip. I didn’t even touch her, but my parents blamed me because I am older.

I slapped her a few times for who knows why. 

I once ran the vacuum over her foot “just to see what would happen.” She bled. (I consider this horrible today but it still makes me grin.)

But we were friends, kinda

Sometimes, I would let her sleep in my room … on the floor not in my queen bed. She entertained me for hours. My sister had a quirky personality and often ended up in odd situations. Her stories made me pee my pants, like the time she was stalked by middle-school girls because she drew their faces on farm animals, or the time she mooned the school bus. I have a favorite story, but she would kill me if I shared it publicly. It’s been 35 year and I still can’t think of it without laughing out loud.

She still loves me

Despite the torture, I think she still loves me. She’s the most important person in the world to me… but I’ll keep bullying her into my 80s.

(So, yeah that is a Ronald McDonald doll. She had that thing forever and used to sleep with it. Ha ha).