I used to share a room with my elder brother, when I was a little girl. We played together, made smoke screen in the elevator out of a piece of plastic and foil, had brutal box fights without boxing-gloves. We had many different things and situations, which kids normally have. But sometimes I had no sleep because of him. It happened when he got cold. In the middle of the night he started to snore, louder and louder, it was absolutely impossible to sleep, until I threw something heavy to the wardrobe and he stopped. After some minutes of silence I heard his snore again. Full story