Category Archives: For Siblings
When I was ten years old, I decided to write a poem for my sister, Patti, who was six years older than me.
Patti loved playing tennis against the garage door of our giant machine shed and would spend hours doing this instead of playing with her little sister who followed her around when we weren’t doomed to cut acres of grass or pick the evil weed portulaca from our garden for two weeks.
My poem showcases my tennis-loving sister.
It also showcases
- political incorrectness
- why I should never be allowed to rhyme
- my horrific signature.
The crossed-out line reads: “Until she thinks of Brad.” I suspect I edited this because I knew Patti would smash a tennis ball at my face if I read it to her.
Happy Birthday, dear sister. Next time, I’ll tell the prostitute/hooker story or the lawn mower joy ride story or how you snuck me into bars when I was 14…and 15…
Do you have any funny writing from when you were young?
Please send it to us at StuffKidsWrite(at)gmail(dot).com.
Sometimes, you just have to take a stand against the tyranny of a sister.
And if that doesn’t work, write a note to your mom telling on her.
Thanks to Megan for sharing this detailed incident report from her son.
Things that are cool about Easter when you’re a kid:
1. Putting a beatdown on those other fool suckas in the egg hunt
2. Decapitating chocolate bunnies
3. Scattering that plastic grass crap in your basket all over the house
4. Sucking the filling out of Cadbury eggs
5. Your brother Mike
Brad from CampusLIVE snapped this pic. The letter hangs on his friend Noelle’s parents’ fridge. She wrote it to her brother Mike when she was a kid.
Hope you and yours have the coolest of Easters.
My 8-year-old took time from his busy morning routine of slurping cereal and moving as slowly as humanly possible to print this label for his 6-year-old
nemesis brother last week as they ate breakfast.
Not surprising. Siblings fight. It’s natural. Kids even write poems about it.
What was surprising — at least to the two combatants — is how much their dad enjoyed it. So I thought I’d share.