Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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My sister and I would slide down the carpeted stairs on our sleeping bags. The sleeping bags were slick so we'd go down really fast. Our stairs turned and had a landing, so we would slam into the wall. One day, my sister convinced me to go down headfirst inside my sleeping bag and she'd push me. I said okay. We didn't break anything so our parents didn't mind.
When I was 7, my dad and I walked through the woods after an evening in the deer stand. He scared me by telling me that he had heard something nearby and convinced me to get up REAL close behind him. When I got close, he broke wind in my face. At 7, I was head-level with his rear end.
Back in the '60s, my dad would bring home blobs of mercury from work for us kids to play with. We'd dump it out of the container and move it around with our bare fingers on the kitchen table; however, he would yell at my mom for using hair spray because the chemicals were bad for the air.
My dad was always big on horror films. When I was 7 we watched The Exorcist. I went to bed and it began to shake! I ran to my mom and she told me to knock it off and go to sleep. I got back in the bed and it started jumping up, causing me to go in the air. I went sobbing to my mom, which is when she asked where my dad was. He came out from under my bed, laughing.
When my brother and I were younger we stayed (me 9, brother 7) at our grandma's for a summer.We played beauty shop and my brother being the client. Well I didn't have make up but i did have nail polish, so I put nail polish all over my brother's face. My grandmother walks in, tries getting the dried polish off with remover, she ended up dunking his face in it.
I had my boyfriend coming over to meet my family for the first time,and as he pulled up and I greeted him outside,my overweight uncle busts out the front door (this is his usual dog walking routine btw) singing,wearing his briefs with construction boots,no shirt-and the cordless phone attached to his underwear while walking my dog, MORTIFIED.
My mom bought me a new winter coat. I was playing around with gasoline and a big burning barrel we had that we burnt trash in. I guess I got some on my sleeve and I caught myself on fire. To hide the evidence, I buried it in the snow so my mother wouldn't know. It was like a dirty little secret and said someone stole it.
Until I was 14, my mum always got everyone's clothes from charity. Most of the time, she didn't even pay for them. She was as thrifty as she was poor. Whenever I needed new clothes, she would drive me and my younger sister out to Vinnie's late at night and make us sift through everything and then dunk me into the big red charity bins to grab bags of clothes.
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