Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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I was around 10 and playing in the playhouse my father had made for me. I was playing with candles, thinking it was fun. Before I knew it I was bored, went inside to watch TV with my sisters. Eventually the candles melted and burnt down the entire playhouse! LOL Then, to prevent it from spreading to another, my dad got the tractor and pushed it.
Once when my parents were out, my older sisters and I got into a HUGE water war. It started with doing the dishes together & escalated into pans of water being thrown, hoses being sprayed though the windows, buckets filled from the pool... We got it all cleaned up & would have gotten away w/ it, except our parents noticed the water dripping from the ceiling.
My Great Grandfather, age 93, was convicted of murder. He had been standing in line at the rest home getting ready to receive his dinner. A woman with a walker cut in front of him. He was so irritated, he used his cane and shoved her out of the way. She had a heart attack and died on the spot. He was sentenced to "life in prison".....
One of my older brothers and I wanted to play chicken by throwing his darts at each other's feet. Whoever could get the dart the closest to the other person's feet, without touching their feet wins. My brother was pretty good, but it was my turn. I threw the dart and it accidentally landed right on my brother's foot and stuck. I yelled "You win!"
When I was 8 yrs old, I climbed into our old stick shift car that was parked in our really sloped driveway to pretend to drive and I knocked the center brake down and the car started rolling backwards down the driveway and once it gained speed, I did a jump and roll out of the car onto the lawn and watched the car get into a crash once it hit the street that totaled it.
Santa brought me a soft-bodied baby doll for Christmas when I was 6 (1958). I loved that doll. My younger sister also loved that doll and she couldn't have it so she decided to throw it down the outhouse potty. I screamed bloody murder for a couple of hours which drove my dad mad. So, reluctantly, he climbed into the loo and fetched my precious baby out. Now that's a dad!
I was about 7 or 8, it was new years and it was at my aunts house, there were about 30 people there. well when it came to firework time my dad was more exited about it then any one else and all of a sudden he is throwing a firework in the air and well it had landed in his car and went off. he had to get the inside of the whole car done
As I entered my parents house, it smelled like a roaring winter fire (but it was summer and we NEVER used the fireplace). I also noticed that the backyard looked different but couldn't quite figure it out. Until I looked again and noticed that the entire fence had burned down and the fire dept was cleaning up. They said 'kids' were smoking - my sister was the only one home
My brother and I were dog sitting for the neighbors. Knowing my brother was afraid of their dog, I started running through their house screaming bloody murder, which got the dog chasing me for real. My brother freaked as I ran towards him and slammed the door in my face, which I knocked right off all of its hinges and onto my brother.
During kindergarten show and tell, nobody was paying attention to me and my stuffed animal. I told everyone that my parents were getting divorced, which was a lie. I went on to explain that it was because my dad beat up my mom, followed by some even bigger lies. I was retelling the plot from a TV movie. My concerned teacher called the police who contacted my parents.
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