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When I was around five or six years of age, I had a bedroom all to myself, whereas my three brothers shared a room. Their room was right next door to mine, and I could hear everything that went on in their room if I pressed my ear up against the wall.
My two oldest brothers, 8 and 10 years old at the time, slept in bunk beds. My little brother, 3 at the time, slept in a bed on the opposite side of the room.
Now, my little brother, he LOVED oranges. A strange thing for a kid to love, but then we were all strange kids in our own way. My parents were also very strict at bedtime. Once you were in bed, you were not allowed to leave it until the next morning.
My oldest two brothers thought one night that it would be funny to lure my little brother out of bed with the promise of an orange.
'Hey, I have an orange for you,' the brother on the top bunk would whisper.
'Yeah, come over here and I'll give it to you.'
My little brother climbed out of bed and went across the room for the orange. My brother on the bottom bunk grabbed my brother.
'DAD!' yelled the brother on the top bunk. 'HE'S OUT OF BED! DAD!'
My brothers listened carefully for my Dad's footsteps. Once he was just outside the door they would release my little brother. He would be scrambling back into bed just as Dad entered the room.
Oh, boy, did my little brother get into trouble!
This happened every night for around a fortnight until my oldest brothers got bored with the game.
Seriously. Every night for a fortnight, sometimes more than once in a night, my little brother would be lured out of bed with the promise of an orange, only to get into trouble for being out of bed.
I wonder if he still likes oranges?
So tell me. Do you think this story was Fact or Fiction? Leave a comment below with your answer :)