Karma Is A "Honk Honk": Another Untold Tale

I have really bad allergies now, and I KOWN it's Karma!

It all started with my brother—My older brother (The one that I actually have childhood memories of.)
My older brother, but not my oldest brother, was in the middle school wrestling program. When he came home he would teach me and my little brother all the wrestling moves he learned. He would let us both wrestle him, which was really fun because we were so much littler than him. Then he would have us wrestle each other. He would have us do it like they taught him at School: with on of us on all fours and the other over their back... I don't know the stance that they do right before the ref says go. If you've ever seen a wrestling match you might know what I'm talking about. He also taught the one were the wrestlers circle around and around till some one makes and move and they end up on the ground rolling around. He tried to teach us real moves and holds, but it always just ended with us rolling around giggling and goofing around.
These are probably some of the best memories I have of my 2nd older brother. (I have no memories of my oldest) I enjoyed this so much as a kid I even for a time was disillusioned enough to think about joining wrestling in High School. When I told my Mom I wanted to, she strongly discouraged me against it. She said my boobs were too big. I thought she was being sexist telling me I couldn't wrestling because I was a girl. I was probably right about that, but she was right about my boobs. It was only after I dated a wrestler later in high school that I really watched a match and paid attention that I realized it was way more intense than I thought. I probably really didn't want to be beat up by a guy. In real wrestling I don't even think tickling is aloud. My other strong impression about real wrestling is that it was a little gay. Sorry it had to be said.
So back to the main story.
When were were both very little my younger brother and I were pretty evenly matched. Sometimes I would win and some times he would win. Winning, of course was a pin for 3 counts. It was all fun and games at first. As we got older it sometimes was less fun and more real fighting. It wasn't like and blows were thrown we'd just wrestle with each other out of frustration other over disagreements and such.
Even after my older brother had moved out we continued to wrestle. The older my younger brother got the stronger he got and I could no longer take him in a fair fight. He was just too big--- so I fought a little dirty.
It's important to know that my brother has always had really really bad allergies. He was allergic to the world in the summer time. His his eyes would turn red, his nose would run like a faucet and it was really awful. As a little girl I was completely allergy free. I had no idea what he was going through, so naturally I had not sympathy.
I figured out that his weak spot was his nose. I would grab his nose pinch his nastrals shut and yell “Honk Honk!!” I'm not sure why, but his had a horrible effect on his allergies. His eyes would run his nose would run, and he'd have to let go of me. He'd go get a tissue and try to breath again.
I of course thought this was hilarious. “Mom!” he would yell, “Polly's honking my nose!” My mom didn't really know what to think at first. She thought it was funny too. It wasn't like he was saying “Mom Polly is biting me, pinching me,” or even “She's pulling my hair.” It sounded ridiculous. And that was my secret weapon.
Well years later I developed allergies. It's nothing to the level of my brother, but still to me the worst thing in the world. On a really bad day with allergies it can drive you mad! You can't breath, your eyes itch, and you have to blow your nose endlessly. It really is the most awful experience next to throwing up probably. I don't know now that I think about it; they are pretty close. The think about throwing up is I hardly ever do that, but in the summer time I'm lucky ifI go a day without allergies.
So I believe the reason I have allergies so bad is because I was so heartless for honking my brothers and the universe wanted me to see how it felt. Lesson learn universe. Lesson learned.