LOL.. Nice thread, Mah Nizzle
Let's see.. Most of my memorable times involved my older sister (2 years older)..
We had our own rooms, but they were separated by only an overhang. I was the lucky one, who got the room that had the "trap door" to the basement right next to my bed. I think I was 4 at the time, and my sister who was 6, told me this insanely scary story about a girl who had died in the house, and her Spirit lived in the basement. Every night, my sister would make "Ghost houls" and say "Let me out! Let me out!". She scared the hell out of me. lmfao..
One day, we were out playing in the backyard when our Father gave us each a popsicle. We were hanging out on the swingset, and she ate hers right away.. I was eating mine slowly. She wanted my popsicle, and when I said
no, she hang upside down on the swingset, and said that all of her blood would rush to her head and she would die, unless I gave her the popsicle. I bought it, hook line and sinker. I gave up the popsicle while screaming "Please don't die!" Oy vey.
Another memorable moment is when she convinced me that Ivory soap was food. Yep.. I took a big bite out of a nice new bar. I have NEVER been so sick in my life.. LOL
I've gotten her back in recent years though, so the score's been evened up quite nicely

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