When I was a tween we moved to the suburbs, and there was a golf course behind our house. My brothers and I decided to walk all around the course which was huge. It was December, snow everywhere but the sun was bright, and we began the trek. An hour later my youngest brother started complaining that he couldn't walk anymore and demanded we carry him. Naturally we said hell no, but he kept insisting and finally just collapsed on the snow in protest. He wouldn't get up and kept demanding we carry him. I told him if he didn't get up we'd leave him and he said "you wouldn't leave ME."

So I did what any big brother would do: I held a vote. The vote was 3-0 to leave him (we didn't let him vote), so we left. Got home an hour later and my mom was like where's [insert his name]. I was like

he gone
She sent us back to find him. We found him in the exact same spot in the snow. Dragged him home, then I got grounded for leaving him. My mom said "being a big brother isn't a democracy. And now you can't watch television for a week."

It was Friday, the day before morning cartoons.