...Me and Tom stole Mia's VHS copy of the Wizard of Oz since she watched it THREE TIMES A FRICKIN DAY and it was making life with one TV intolerable. We hid it, very cleverly, behind a mirror in the closet in Tom's room and bold-face lied to my parents when they asked about its whereabouts. We didn't do a lot of this, so it was high drama. A few days into the crisis my dad offered 5 bucks to whoever found the tape. 5 bucks! At this the younger brother bolted up the stairs to Tom's closet with visions of slurpees and airheads dancing in his head. The older brother bolted up the stairs so as to KILL his younger brother (too late!). I didn't get the 5 bucks from my dad, and that day learned a lesson about Tom's superior, studied wisdom.
Come to think of it, a single TV in a three child household was the source of much of our conflicts and hence conflict-resolution. To Tom's credit, he agreed to abide by certain rules of television control that curbed the supremacy of his physical power. Whoever found the remote and tapped it to the glass of the televesion screen got to choose what was watched. Whoever tapped a certain vent with his palm got to choose the activity if it was a board game or balloon volleyball or some such. I don't remember who got to choose what video game was played, but there was a system to that as well. Tackling was allowed, however, so Tom preserved his edge.
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