BEING MEAN

A time in my childhood that i was mean to was my brother. One day my brother was making fun of me and he wouldn't leave me alone. so a couple hours later we stared playing hide and go seek. I was the finder and my brother was the hider. i knew where my brother was hiding. He was hiding down stairs in the basement so i close the door on him and i put a chair in front of it. After i put the chair up in front of the door my brother started crying and banging on the door trying to get out. My mom wasn't home and our grandparents were watching us at the time. No one could here him expect me because i was standing in front of the basement door. I was talking to him through the door i was like are you going stop making fun of me or you want to be stuck their for the rest of your life. Brother said i'll be good. so i let him out. SO then he ran and told mom when she got home. So i got in trouble. I was about 6 years old when that happen and my littl brother was 4 years old. What i did to him was wrong but he has to learn not to mess with me. I felt bad because he was young and he didn't know better. So after i got in trouble from my mom. i apologize to my brother and i admitted what did was wrong to him. So i told him if you mess with me, i will put you in the basement again.