When I was growing up, I spent my summers at the cottage with my cousins and brothers. The cottage didn’t have a telephone or a t.v. so we were left to our own creativity when the weather was bad. One of my cousins (also my age) and I would play in our back cabin. Lots of times, he would hold me down and tickle me. I remember one time when we were about 10, he challenged me to a tickle test. He wanted to see how long I could hold back my laughter while he tickled me. My ticklishness was no secret to my family members so I was tortured many times. I always failed these tests miserably because I was so ticklish. One time I wanted to get him back but he wouldn’t let me. Every time I tried, He would wrestle me and tickle me more. My armpits and belly were his favorite spots to attack. One time, I ran into the cottage where the others were and told them that Keith was trying to tickle me. My oldest brother grabbed me and held me on his lap and called Keith over to tickle me. I was screaming and wiggling on his lap. When he finally told Keith to stop, he asked if I wanted to get him back. I of course said yes. My brother then grabbed him and held him for me. I tickled him all over. It was really fun finding his most ticklish spots. Sometimes brothers can be fair.