I have nine brothers, when we were kids we got into a lot of trouble together. I though some of my stories would be kind of interesting.....
STORY 1
When I was three years old I almost gave myself a tonsilectomy. My dad tells it this way: He was sitting in the living room one day. The oldest came through the living room at top speed, followed shortly after by the third, then the fourth, and then me. I was the youngest kid that could walk at the time. I was holding a peice of track froma Hot Wheels set (a whole other nestalgic story) Apparently it was a favorite tool of mine to beat off potential tickle attacks. So my dad was sitting there and we go through. A little while later we go back through in the other direction. About twenty minutes after that we go through a third time. My dad starts to get sick of it and decides that's enough. He stands himself right around a corner, and the wall that he is, the next time the oldest came through he slammed into my dad. The third slammed into the first, the fourth into the third, and me into the lot of them. This woudl have been funny, but I had decided that the cat should come along on the trip. I put the track in my mouth so I could carry her. When I hit my brother the track went down my throat and nearly cut my tonsils clean out. I had to go the the hospital, and my dad felt so bad that I had soul access to the ice cream tub until my throat was better. I think that's why I like ice cream when I don't feel well. I still have my tonsils, but every time I say "aaaah," at the doctor's office they ask me why there's a while line around the top.
