Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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My dad worked for a furniture company. When I was 5, there was a customer who wouldn't pay and came to our house in a rage. My sisters and I were terrified. Dad slipped out the back, army crawled around the side of the house, sneaked up on the guy, slugged him, threw him back in his car, and pushed the car out of the driveway. Nobody threatened Dad's little girls!
Every year my sisters and I would go on a road trip with our dad. Each time, he would get lost big time. I started to ask, "Are we on the right road yet?" a lot on one trip. Now that I'm older and driving, he looks at me and smiles. When I ask him what is wrong, he looks at me and says, "So, are you on the right road yet?" It makes me laugh every time.
My mom and I were cleaning one day with the windows open. My mom picked up a ball and threw it at me. Soon, cleaning had been abandoned and we were having an all-out dodgeball war, running around and screaming at the top of our lungs. We were having fun until our neighbor frantically knocked on the door. He said that he'd heard us screaming and almost called the police!
On Thursday, my older sister had to drive me to choir rehearsal. When we went into the garage, we found that the only car to drive was the stick shift. After that ride, I was happy to be alive. Every 5 feet, the car would shake! Never again will I get in that car with her as the driver!
When I was a baby, my parents left me home with a sitter. At the time there was a hillside strangler on the loose. My parents snuck back into the house to get my mom's purse and quietly slipped out. The baby sitter heard the "intruder" and called the cops. Next thing you know, there were helicopters circling our neighborhood!
One Christmas, my kid sister fell into a duck pond. As she flailed and wailed, stuck like a turtle on its back, I ran inside to get help. My mother wouldn't let me speak until the adults finished their conversation. Always the obedient child, I waited ... then, big inhale,"SIS FELL IN THE POND!" I never saw adults move so fast, lips so blue, or my Dad so mad at my Mom.
When my dad was growing up, he and his brothers had a pet goat named Pamper (good for keeping the grass down). One night at the family dinner table, the brothers were noting that they hadn't seen Pamper in a few days. Grandpa took a bite from his meal and said, "Pamper's on your dinner plate, boys."
My Grandma used to pack my brother and me into a tiny car, crank the heater up extra high, refuse to crack a window, chain smoke a pack of cig's and proceed to drive us to any store a minumum of 25 miles away from the closest store to buy mushrooms that were on sale for three cents cheaper than the store next door. One can only hold their breath for so long. HORRIBLE!
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