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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 StoryWhen I was little, my mom used to make two types of fruit slushies: one mixed with a lot of vodka and the other plain for the kids. One Christmas, she took them out and served them to the kids and relatives. It wasn't until later that night that we realized
she had mixed up the vodka and regular slushies!
After school, my father would go to the local restaurant/bar to relax. We were 6 & 8. He really wasn't an alcoholic. We played in the parking lot and became pro pinball players. Regulars always bought us soda and snacks because we were so well-mannered. We never got to do our homework and then my parents would be shocked at our report cards. Really?!
One time we had a family BBQ. My father talked all the women into riding my go-cart (Mom, her mother & sister). During the ride, they each laughed so hard they peed their pants! Grandma was last & was laughing so hard she could not stop the go-cart. My brother & I were dragged around the yard while holding onto the seat back until my Dad could jump in front & stop her.
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.
My great-grandpa divorced a woman and married her daughter and they had my grandpa and his brothers. My grandpa's brother married my grandma's sister and his other brother married my grandma's cousin. My cousin got one of my friends pregnant, and then my other cousin got that same friend's sister pregnant. Every generation, our family gets a little more messed up.
My Mom decided to throw a birthday party for my 11th birthday. She invited all the neighborhood kids & made a big cake. Somehow I got food poisoning before the cake was cut but my mom didn't want to stop the party. The kids proceeded to play & eat my cake while I lay in agony on the living room couch. Once the kids went home my mom gave me some Pepto & sent me to bed.
of Raising Hope
