Foster

I lived in a foster home for a while when I was growing up, there were a gaggle of children there. A couple of my foster brothers and I used to bicker over who got to play Super Mario Brothers - back when it was new. As I was older than both of them I often got to play more - though they were better than me so they got to play longer.

I used to make one of my brothers eat crayons to earn his turn - "Eat a green one and I will let you play."

He still pouts about it sometimes.

We specialized in harassing each other. My favorite meanness was to put my knees on his shoulders while I was sitting on his stomach, then i would knock on his chest with my knuckles - yes I was mean. Over the years this game became a small war - who could knock the other one down and knock their chest to bruised black & green first.

One time, when I was in college, I brought a boyfriend over for Thanksgiving - he wouldn't believe me that it wasn't a dress up event, so I wore a *dress* to mollify his tie wearing self.

We walked in the door and I flying tackled by my brother, right in the living room with all the guests sitting around. We battled for who was getting the beating until Mom hollered from the kitchen for him to leave me alone because I was wearing a dress. He got grounded and was SO pissed, she wouldn't believe him that I started it. I was all innocent.

He tried starting the same kind of war with one of the younger brothers - but he was a wuss and whined and then reported it to his teacher. Damn kids these days can't take a beating like they are supposed to.