Oh, the Good Old Times

I remember being pushed through a wall. Yes, a wall. Now, you're probably like, "How did that happen?"

Let me explain. My sister and I were goofing off in our house and she shoved me and I fell backward. It was a complete accident, but she shoved maybe a little too hard and I went halfway through the wall. You should have seen her face when she saw what she'd done.

"Oh no," those were the first words. Oh no. Looking back, it was funny, but at the time, I was in tears, because I thought I was going to get in trouble. I didn't by the way.

My sister ended up paying for the repairs. She must have really hated me because she also gave me stiches from throwing a shovel at me.

Oh, the good old times.