38. I Got Blamed For It
My little brother has a few more years than I do. My parents didn’t allow me to lock my door because he would come in my room and harass me constantly. He was about 10 years old when I began propping up a piano under my doorknob in order to keep people away.
The piano stand was on the knob when little brother opened the door. I didn’t notice it until I heard the loudest bang followed by a thud. When I opened the front door, he was crying and laying on the ground. He decided to smash my door by throwing himself at it, after running down the hall. This kid didn’t simply throw his shoulders or kick it.
He hurled his entire body at it, like a squirrel chasing a tree. Face first, arms and legs out. It was a mistake, but I’m glad it happened.
The only time I laughed so hard at him again was about 2 years after he pooed in my room when he attempted to fart.
