My little brother.
When I was 9 years old my brother and I were playing in a field behind our apartments. There were some trees in the feild that we often climbed. We had an argument and while we were up in one of the trees I pushed him out and he fell to his death. I told everyone that he had fallen out of the tree on his own. Everyone believed me and never knew what had really happened. It had never bothered me until my son had turned 7. My brother was 7 when I killed him. I have started drinking to deal with the nightmares that I have been having for the past 5 years. I am not sure how to cope with all of this and could never tell anyone.