I Wtk Your Random Childhood Memories

Being the youngest of three and the only boy my sisters would gang up on me often. They used to tell our mom that they didnt like me because I was a boy. There was a park a few blocks away we would play at. At first glance you would think it was nice to see an older sibling pushing their younger sibling on the swings. Wrong. They would push me at just the right angle that my body would smash into the metal poles or they would spin me around too fast on the merry go round until I cried. They were never the nicest to me when I was real small.