Trent would hang around our place on Saturdays, scornful of whatever I was doing but unable to leave me alone.
I couldn't be on the swing without him wanting to try it, and if I wouldn't give it up he came and pushed me so
that I went crooked. He teased the dog. He got me into trouble--deliberately and maliciously, it seemed to me
afterward-by daring me to do things I wouldn't have thought of on my own: digging up the potatoes to see how
big they were when they were still only the size of marbles, and pushing over the stacked firewood to make a
pile we could jump off. - From Miles City, Montana by Alice Munro
1. What is the specific effect of this passage?
