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Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
Share a quick and funny story from your
childhood (or parenthood) that makes
you wonder just how you all survived.
Read other crazy family experiences and vote on your favorites below.
Submit Another StoryI remember going to DC with the family a few years ago. We went to Arlington Cemetery one day. As we were leaving, there was a lot of traffic on the way out. Not trying to be funny, my mom commented, "It's like people are dying to get in here." She didn't notice her unintentional pun until the rest of the car was laughing hysterically for a minute or two.
My family is very redneck and I mean my first driving lesson was on a 4X4 course. So one summer, the field at my house was filled with junk cars and my dad decided he was going to be a monster truck driver and drive over the cars.... It was quite entertaining and we got in trouble by the neighbors. Now he's living his dream as an actual monster truck driver.
When I was little, my father would hold me upside down by my ankles. I detested it. My brother would laugh. I now refuse to ride any rollercoasters, especially upside down ones. Who is more messed up?
When I was six months old, my parents split up. When I was little, I would go to my dad's apartment every few weeks with my big brother. Once, when we were 4 and 6, my dad was supposed to be watching us. My mom called at about 12. She said to give him the phone. I said he's asleep. She asked how long he'd been asleep. 1-1/2 days. Crazier: he slept for another 1/2 a day!
When I started school, I was so proud of the fact I knew my ABCs and 123s. I was taught them by my dad while hanging out at the neighborhood bar every night. You see, back then you would choose a letter and a number to hear the song you wanted on the juke box.
Growing up, we didn't have napkins at the table. Mom would just pass around a dish rag to wipe your face and mouth. It wasn't until my late teens that I realized that other people didn't seem to do this.
A few years ago on Christmas day, all of the family headed to my Grandma's house -- or least that's what I thought. Actually, all the adults went shopping but there was only generic clothing left. Let's just say that nobody was very happy that year.
At the age of 4, my daughter convinced my father in law that she had been reincarnated and was really from a third world country. She convinced him with vivid descriptions of a third world home and lifestyle the likes of which she had never seen. The man was gray and shaking when he told us her story. She had heard these details from a TV show the night before.
During Winter Break, my family and I went to Arizona. We were in a racing car fair. I started to drive and had reached full speed when my cousins told me to stop. "You have to stop!" I didn't stop ... I shocked a lady because I was 8 years old!
My family was in a cooking section at a store. They had these little knives with loops to hold them. I was five at the time. I was swinging it around and cut my thumb. My Mom asked for a Band-Aid because I was bleeding but the manager would not give us one. My Mom took me into the bathroom and used some paper towels. Then we left the store. The end.
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