My family has always been ruthless and tough. Its a good thing and I have plenty of fond memories.
I was the youngest of 4, a surprise baby. My sister was 8 years older and my brother 10 years older...every once in a while one of them would yell, lets get her...I’d take off and run to dads bedroom where he would be reading a book...Dad joined in and my sister use to make it to the bathroom and lock the door laughing, but brother got really ticked off one night when dad got out his handcuffs and cuffed him to the foot board of dads bed...they then spent about 1/2 hour either in the bathroom or handcuffed to the bed, dad went back to reading and I went back to listening to the radio. (no tv’s yet) Fun all around....