My brother Zach and I never got along terribly well, and most of that is because he was a very mean child. I can't remember how old we were when this happened, but I know it was a good bit before I graduated high school. I went outside to do something and he locked me out. Then he looked through the window and laughed and laughed. This went on for about ten minutes or maybe more. I was pretty mad and after pounding my fist on the door for many minutes I made quite the misjudgment. In my rage, my fist went right through the window. Surprisingly my hand came out without a scratch, though my mom was pretty mad about the window.