second childhood??

and so pete's back here permanently(??) and i've been making his life umm... a living hell.
i've been scratching and hitting and kicking him a lot, and his arms are covered with so many scratches.
we're like 5 year old kids when we're out in public. he'd still push me and stuff, and i'd pinch/scratch his arms in front of ten thousand ppl.
and when i told mel tt pete and i were screaming(okay, i was screaming and laughing, not him) at mid valley a few days back because he was err... not letting me step onto the escalator, she was shocked tt we did tt in public.
i guess we never had the chance to do tt when we were kids.

this is a story i remember v v clearly.
so... i was at a manja phase. and i wanted ma to do everything for me. so one day... i wanted a cup of water. no, i wanted ma to get me a cup of water. but she was busy. and so pete was being such a nice and kind brother, so he took the water for me. and then... i splashed the water onto the kitchen floor!!! so bratty i was then!!