Remember the days of pogs?

There was this one time that we had a spat, and you locked yourself in your room and wouldn't let me in. I got really angry and started pounding/pulling ferociously on the door, probably almost breaking it, but you wouldn't open it. There was some of your artwork on the door, don't know if you remember it, but it was some collage you made out of construction paper that had the character of our last name on it. So I took a red pen and wrote on it something to the effect of: "Maggie Lee is a stupid, awful person." When you found that I had scribbled on your artwork, you got really mad and confronted me. I was probably playing with pogs at the time, and I had this bright orange slammer with a hologram sticker of a skull on it. It was bad-ass. You took a red permanent maker and drew all over it, and when I saw it, I tried to wash it off...but of course it wouldn't come off. So I went whining and crying to Dad (dude, I just realized how many stupid tantrums I threw as a kid), and he disappeared with the slammer for like a minute. When he came back, he went, "Ta-da" and it was good as new (and smelled like rubbing alcohol). Unfortunately, he couldn't magic my bad handwriting away from your collage. That's one of the few fights we ever had that I remember.