Confessions of A Brat


For the most part, I was a shy kid. In school, I was quiet and hated to be called on, I never wanted the attention of the class. I had friends but I wasn't very outspoken. In public, I was viewed as a well behaved kid, reserved and soft spoken.

Inside the safe confines of my home however, it was time to unleash the beast. Once I was in my element, whatever I had kept bottled up came gushing out. For my parents and sisters, watch out, I became a super brat.

From a young age, I was very adept at being a brat. I would annoy my sister as if it was my sole purpose in life, and at that time it was. I mastered the art of brattiness, my antics were shameless. My mission in life was to become a thorn in my older sister's side.

To accomplish this, I utilized my little sister. As a middle child, and the only boy, I had an older sister to annoy and a younger sister to employ. She became my minion, I trained her accordingly. At 3 or 4 years old, I decided she would wear karate outfits. I would give free lessons, instructing her on the finer aspects of martial arts that I had learned from movies such as The Karate Kid. I set up obstacle courses and performed time trials. I was a ruthless trainer, and she was an obedient student. This was serious business.

She had many titles. As my full-time ball-getter, she would have to sprint to the bottom of the hill to retrieve the football when needed. She took her job seriously, as I would expect nothing less. My moniker was number one, hers was number nothing. This was drilled into her little head from the beginning.

As my older sister would lip sync Madonna songs with her friends, my little sister and I would swoop down-- armed with plastic knives and ninja throwing stars--in a full on assault. We would ruin the homemade video shoots as my sister would scream at us to get back upstairs. She would swat at us with her hairbrush--the one she used as a microphone--but our training had prepared us and we couldn't be captured. Afterwards, we would retreat to the kitchen and howl with laughter, refueling on sugary cookies and Little Debbie snacks while plotting our next raid.

I peaked as my sister entered her teenage years. Being 9 or 10, I was big enough to wreak havoc, yet still young enough to pull off my childish pranks. Sustained by Fruity Pebbles and freeze pops, my energy level was off the charts. I was loud, obnoxious and hyper. I was a terror.

Today, I would've been diagnosed with ADHD and prescribed medication. But in the eighties, my parents just fought through it. There were rules, such as:

No caffeine after 2pm!

That's it, but boy was it crucial! I was treated like a Gremlin, do not feed at night. If I was able to secure a can of Mountain Dew after lunch time, I would become a monster, annoying anyone in my path. I loved sugar and it loved me. Together we became unstoppable, running through the house, jumping on the couch and then onto the floor, then back onto the couch… poor parents

I didn't come up with all of this on my own. My dad, who had two older sisters of his own growing up, was of great help to me in this department. I'll never forget assisting him in one of our finest pranks. My sister was having a sleepover with three or four friends. Late that night, as they all watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, we went to work.

Sneaking downstairs, my father plugged the circular saw into the extension cord I had proudly delivered. We patiently waited for a quiet scene in the movie. I can still remember suppressing my laughter as I watched a master at work. Just as I was about to explode, my father cranked up the saw. The girls screamed and squealed as only teenage girls are able to do. I laughed until it hurt.

As I hit my teenage years and became involved in sports, bothering my sister didn't seem like so much fun. I had my own life to worry about. Playing sports gave me an outlet for my energy and kept me out of trouble.

My sisters and I get along very well in our adult lives, often laughing about our childhood spats. Every now and then , I find myself annoying my wife and being a pest. She says she can only imagine what I was like as a kid. I don't think she really wants to know.

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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

I have a son like you were. He was on the pills, was allowed caffeine because it calms people with ADHD and hyperactivity. He was banned from sugar though. Especially after noon. The week days were fine as the school did not give them sugar. I used to catch him in the sugar jar though. He would up-end it into his mouth and eat it. Then life would be hell for awhile until he came down off of his sugar high. Then he would be asleep and not go to sleep that night. It was horrible.

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bewhary 4 years ago from Mechanicsburg, PA

I was a middle child.. I think I did something wrong.. as I was the one getting picked on, not the other way around! LOL! Voted funny and interesting! I loved reading this - it made me smile the whole way through!!

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weestro 4 years ago from Virginia Author

I feel for you Becky! I always had trouble getting to sleep when I was younger.

My older sister did her share of picking bewhary, that's for sure! Glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading guys!

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ThomasBaker 4 years ago from Florida

I think we're related. I was a brat years ago, but now I am just annoying. I really enjoyed your piece. It brought back some evil memories for me. I had a younger sister and brother.....50 years later and they still barely speak to me. Have a great weekend!


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weestro 4 years ago from Virginia Author

Glad you enjoyed it Thomas, I agree with the annoying part, after a certain age you just can't get away with it anymore! Thanks for commenting!

jenubouka 4 years ago

Oh this is awesome and so funny. Do not feed after 2pm, that is seriously funny, and something I try to use with my little three year old. Love your childhood pic, does seem to say watch out.

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weestro 4 years ago from Virginia Author

Thanks jenubouka, and it is all you can tell I wouldn't even stay still for a haircut. Good luck with your little one!

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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

I think you LOOK like a little devil in that picture.

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Diane Fanning 4 years ago from New Braunfels, Texas

You might have been very ornery at times but you always had a good heart. It was more joy than heartache raising you through those middle years. :-)

Carol Dillard 4 years ago

Funny how you remember that Texas chainsaw massacre prank, because I do too, and when I tell people that it happened, they don't really believe me. I STILL can't watch horror movies without thinking about that. All in all, you were a sweet kid Pete, and I am very proud of your writings. You express yourself very well. Thanks for the flashbacks though...BTW, will you please get your dad to send me a copy of those Madonna videos??????He deflects when I ask. Sincerely, Kurr

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weestro 4 years ago from Virginia Author

Thanks Diane, I think I will enjoy a jolt cola tonight in your honor..

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weestro 4 years ago from Virginia Author

Thanks Carol, that one was classic! As far as the videos, I'm not sure when they will resurface..I think they are in a vault somewhere!

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Elise-Loyacano 4 years ago from San Juan, Puerto Rico

"I had an older sister to annoy and a younger sister to employ." Ha ha. Love that line.

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weestro 4 years ago from Virginia Author

My poor sisters. Thanks Elise!

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fpherj48 4 years ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

Weestro....Another incredibly great hub. This one is a special home run for me......With 4 sons, I had TWO middle children. Some of us are just lucky that way. They were EXACTLY like you. I'm so grateful to have lived through the whole thing (whatever it was that I was doing back then) and salvaging at least half my sanity......I have nothing more to say.

Except...I believe you were a brat.........UP+++

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weestro 4 years ago from Virginia Author

Ha, will do!

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