It reminded me of when I was a little girl. I was probably 7. During the summers my older sister BreeAnn would babysit us while we were out of school. Her and I fought a lot. She was mean too! She could hit really hard so I tried not to make her mad. I was always afraid of what might come of it. If I knew I made her mad I would make a run for it. Eventually when she got boobs, I would just aim for those and hit as hard as I could. There were more than a few times that I would get so mad at her that I would grab some bags out of the playroom and pack up all my clothes in them. Then I would go sit on the snow mobile trailer that sat in our driveway until my Mom got home from work and I would cry to her and tell her that I don't want to live here anymore! Sometimes I would leave a note inside letting my sisters know that I was leaving. I was so sure that I was going to walk to one of my friends houses that had moved across town. I never did. I always just waited and waited until my Mom got home.
I had it so rough being the middle child and all! haha

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