I've never admitted this to anyone, but it's been haunting me.... I was 19 when my mum had my baby brother (he's 5 now) and she went back to work when he was a few months old and I used to look after him full time, his crib was in my room and everything. I hadn't had a good nights sleep in ages because he was teething and was so tired, he was snoozing on my bed and I was sat up watching Eastenders but struggling to keep my eyes open when I felt a shift on the bed and turned to find my brother falling off the bed. I dived forward and managed to catch his legs but his face already hit the floor. He banged his nose pretty bad and it bled as he screamed the house down. I managed to calm him down but he had a carpet burn on his nose and had the biggest scab on it for weeks, over his first christmas! I told my mum i'd let him crawl on the floor and he'd just banged it, I couldn't admit i'd let him fall off the bed.
And then the second one, which again, I haven't told anyone... he was a tall baby and I took him to Alton Towers for a day out when he was about 18 months old and we went past the runaway train ride and he kept saying 'choo choo'. So as he was tall enough to go on it I took him on, as soon as it started moving he freaked out and grabbed hold of my leg and buried his face in it. He wouldn't look up and was clinging on so tight. On the ride photo they take he looked petrified. He got off though and was absolutely fine, no tears or anything, he continued to say 'choo choo' all day too. Again, haven't told my mum that one either. I'm a bad big sister, lol.