The Great Skateboard Heist & Backyard BMX Confession
So, I’ve got a story that’s honestly just a perfect mess, and I swear it’s all happened to someone I know—or rather, it’s kind of me, but I swear, I’m not making this up. It’s about sibling rivalry, and man, it’s one for the books.
Okay, so picture this: I’ve got an older brother, let’s call him Steve. He’s 5 years older than me. Growing up, we had… let’s say, *interesting* chemistry. I was always the more annoying, hyper kid, and he was that typical "leave me alone, I’m playing video games" type. But things got a lot more dramatic around the time we both turned 12.
It all started when my parents finally bought us a set of toy plastic guns. Yeah, typical sibling stuff, right? Only ours were weirdly used as an excuse to wage silent but deadly wars around the house. We’d go stealth mode, crawling on the floor, trying not to get caught while trying to ambush each other. That was fun until my brother declared himself king of the house and “authorized” himself to declare “truce” only when he wanted to, which, for a 12-year-old, was kind of a *big* deal.
But the real doozy happened during summer when I was 13. I was into skateboarding and drawing, and I’d spend hours in my room. One day, I came back from school expecting my usual peaceful chaos. Instead, I found my room in total chaos—my *entire* closet dumped on the floor, and my skateboard gone. And there’s my brother, sitting outside on the porch with a smug look on his face, BMX bike on his lap.
Me: “Dude, what the hell? That was my skateboard! Did you take it?”
Steve: “Noooo, I didn’t take it. Maybe it’s just... gone.”
Me: “Yeah right, you *took* it. Why?”
He grins and says, “Well, I kinda sorta *borrowed* it. Don’t worry, I’ll give it back… eventually.”
Eventually, turned into three months. I was pissed, but honestly, I didn’t even care that much anymore—until I found out that he’d made a *whole* “BMX skate park” in the backyard. Like, full-on ramps and jumps, with my skateboards—my only skateboard—used as part of the setup. I was kinda amused, kinda annoyed. And he *still* refused to give me my skateboard back.
One day, I finally snapped when I went to get a hoodie in my closet and found it completely organized with my clothes—by color. Inside the pocket was a note: “Back when I borrowed the skateboard, I got inspired. Your closet looks cool now, bro. Love, Steve.” I swear I was torn between laughing and just losing my sh*t.
Fast forward a couple of years, at family dinners, and Steve would randomly bring up the skateboard saga like it was some legendary conquest. I gritted my teeth but secretly still missed that skateboard. The rivalry kinda just… stuck around, you know? He’d tease me about my drawing skills, I’d mess around with his video game scores. But the worst part? He’s actually the reason I now own *seven* skateboards, and every time I ride one, I think about how he turned our backyard into a *professional* BMX course with my gear—and I can’t even stay mad anymore.
Like I said, it’s messy, it’s funny, and honestly, we’re both pretty awkward about it. But sibling rivalry? It’s real, it’s raw, and frankly, it makes the family gatherings a lot more interesting.
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