It was a weekend and we three, my brothers and I were alone at home. I and my younger bro were a team because the elder one mostly tried to be bossy in mom’s absence. Taking the benefit of his sweet tooth, I and my younger brother sent him in the kitchen for his favorite sweets. As he entered, we locked him from outside and started laughing, but the next moment I realized the consequences if we let him come out. Oh my God! Now if we had to be safe he should be in until mom’s back.
He was yelling on us and threatening us. The big window between the kitchen and lobby witnessed the whole drama. Trying crazily to be out of the kitchen, he saw my toy-box, which I had kept in the kitchen that day. To my greatest shock, I saw him breaking my kitchen-set into pieces, now it was my turn to take the revenge. I went into the bedroom and brought his toy-box and then there was a competition of demolishing each other’s toys; first one by one and then as fast as we could. Soon our Toy Story turned into World War Z.
It was a tough situation at that time, but now recalling that incident after so many years brings smile on our faces and we feel that our childhood days were the most hilarious ones.