Note for the readers, this is a true story. I’m sharing it because obviously I can’t talk to other people about it and it’s not only good memories, but it’s a fascinating look into a real sister brother relationship.

When I was 9 and my brother was 11, we had a normal brother sister relationship. We’d play and argue and just be goofy. We’d get into trouble because we were just goofy kids. Our relationship had changed early spring of 1987. We were in our parents room because they weren’t home and we were going under their bed to find stuff that was left under there. Usually it was change or a dollar bill or two. This time, we found a dirty magazine. Naturally my brother was the one to open it up and start flipping through the pages. We were looking at the naked girls and the dirty car