Most of the funny little stories and anecdotes I have of my childhood are ones that have been re-told to me by my parents or other family members, which I have then used to create a memory of my own.

This particular example however, is one which I recall myself. I don’t remember exactly how old I was but I imagine that I was probably about 4 years old.

At this time in my life I lived with my sister and my parents in a semi-detached house in Cosby, Leicestershire. At the start of the memory I had had a falling out with my sister, who is 3 years older than me, which had resulted in her pulling my hair. To be fair to her, I probably deserved. I imagine that I was quite the typical annoying little sister who whinged and whined, and was generally extremely irritating.

I was most upset about the hair-pulling incident so decided to complain about it to my Mum.

Common sense was never one of my strong points, and those who know me today will realise that some things never change. Instead of going to explain to my Mum what had happened, I decided to show her.

She was bending down in front of the Kitchen cupboard at the time, so her hair was in reaching distance of me. I strolled up to her, moaned that ‘this is what Catherine just did to me’ and yanked her hair. Hard.

Funnily enough, my Mum didn’t have much sympathy for me.  Much to my confusion at the time, I found myself getting told off by my very irate and in-pain mother! Looking back now I acknowledge that I most definitely deserved the telling off, and nowadays I found it highly amusing that my sister got off scott-free!

Whenever we talk about our childhood, my sister always thinks that she was told off more, whereas I think that I was. Our parents were very fair and loving (and still are to this day), so I imagine that we were treated pretty fairly.