I am the youngest sibling. I am a lot younger than my sister and 2 brothers by 8,9 and 11 years. I was about 6 years old and had been playing in the backyard by myself. I was finding long, skinny sticks that resembled swords and pretending that I was in a sword fight with an imaginary person. I was called in for dinner and of course brought my new favorite toy, the stick, in the house with me. I really thought the stick was awesome since it made swishing sounds when I moved it around.  It totally was a toy sword to me.  I was excited to demonstrate my sword  fighting to my sister.  My mother told me to stop waving the stick around because sure it was dangerous and someone might get hurt. I was too into my new toy and ignored my mother’s directive. Of course she was right and I accidentally whacked my sister in the hand with the stick. My mother, who was normally very chill and fun, yelled at me, grabbed the stick out of my hands and proceeded to break it into 3 pieces. I cried for the loss of my new favorite toy. I never felt bad about my sisters hand. After the shock of my toy being destroyed wore off I was then  more upset about making my mom angry. I never saw that side of her. I realized then and there that I love my mom so much and never wanted to upset or anger her again. I was very lucky to be raised by a loving mother and that incident taught me a lesson about respect.