But alas, I got a little screaming new sister. I wasn’t thrilled, seeing how I was an only child for nine years but when she got older, I thought it was pretty cool.
I was quite the mentor and would teach her important life lessons. Like how awesome Duran Duran was or how I would play “Sweet Child O’ Mine” over and over and she memorized the lyrics complete with Axl Rose’s microphone stand swagger.
I don’t think my parents were too thrilled with that but were even less thrilled when I taught her Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” that she would sing at preschool. Being a smartass teen by then, I found it very amusing while I’m sure my parents were mortified.
I also taught my younger sister the importance of Stephen King. My mom has always been a huge fan. We had a VHS of the movie Maximum Overdrive and I hadn’t seen all of it yet.
My parents went out for a while one day while I looked after my then 4 year-old sister. My dad told me right before they left “do not finish that scary movie with your sister around”. The guy read my mind because I had already planned on putting it in the VCR as soon as they pulled out of the driveway.
I thought 5 minutes was a sufficient time to wait before I popped the video in to finish the movie while my sister and I played in the living room.
I swear, not a minute passed when I had the movie on that the electricity went off. With the tape stuck inside the VCR. Crap! It seems like such a small thing but when you’re 12, things seem like a much bigger deal. I was hoping by some miracle, I could pry out the VHS tape to hide the evidence of not watching a scary movie after I was told not to watch said scary movie.
It didn’t happen. I knew I was so screwed. The electricity was still out when my parents came home and I tried to play it cool. My dad flipped a few switches in the electrical box and I raced into the living room, popped out the videotape, threw it under the television, and ran to my room, hoping I wouldn’t get caught.
“So”, my mom asked “what did you do while we were gone?”
Played that scary movie right after you left, had the electricity go out, and spent the rest of the time trying to get the movie out of the VCR while I was sweating and in a panic.
“Oh, nothing much” I said. “We just played most of the time”.
I really was the worst babysitter who got the biggest thrill when it came to scaring my younger sister. I blame the age difference but even if my sister was only a few years younger, I’m sure I would’ve been the same way.
I would be really annoyed if I had to look after my younger sister when I had my best friend, Tracy, over.
When I had to look after my younger sister, Tracy and I wouldn’t have enough time to make prank calls, talk about the cute boys in our class, or play this game where we would mix together gross ingredients in a cup and make each other taste it. Total bummer.
We would find other ways to amuse each other which usually involved torturing my younger sister in some way.
My sister has never let me forget one time that Tracy was over. My bff and I came up with a plan to run out of the house screaming and then we would pretend to drop dead on the driveway.
What? It didn’t sound too horrible at the time and Tracy and I wanted to spend time together without my pesky younger sister.
We put our plan into motion, screamed in terror, and went out to the driveway, laying perfectly still. My sister wasn’t amused. Little did I know that she knew how to call 911. Or that she would really believe that we were dead.
It just so happened that we lived in a very small town and my grandfather was working dispatch that day. Then my parents found out that my sister called 911. I got a call from them and told them that everything was fine and she was just playing with the phone.
They were upset with her about using the phone without permission. I felt really bad that my sister got in trouble while I came off as the innocent one. But I also knew I would have been grounded for the rest of my life if my parents knew what led to my sister’s phone call.
My sister is scarred for life from that incident that she never lets me forget. Me? If I had to do it over again, I so would. Yes, I’m horrible.
Are you the oldest? What things did you do to bug your older/younger siblings?
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