Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
you wonder just how you all survived.
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My whole childhood, my dad had me convinced that I didn't like Reese's Cups. He would take them out of my Halloween candy every year. I tried one when I was 13 and discovered that I love Reese's Cups! My dad is a sneaky, manipulative candy thief! Growing up, every time I cried, my older sister and older brother would clap and shout, "She gets an Emmy"! I rarely cry now.
My cousins moved into a house where homeless people had lived. For a couple of years, anyone who visited that house would break out with pus-filled bumps. A small bug would grow underneath the skin. The doctor would have to cut the skin and pop the blister. No insurance meant my mom was our MD. She would make us bathe in dog soap. It sucked, but it worked!
As a kid, I never knew that treating lice the way my parents did was both illegal/dangerous. My parents killed two birds with one stone. We lived in a duplex full of roaches. They would spray where the roaches lived and sprayed our heads to kill the lice we had gotten at school. They would wrap our heads with grocery store bags. I can still feel the lice moving! ;/
My folks had a friend who worked at a thrift store. We would shop for 2 hours or so. We were so confused as kids, because we would then just walk away after putting the carts in a corner. We would later return at around midnight & the stuff would be in trash bags outside of the building. We would leave a $20 dollar bill under a rock. Now that's what I call being thrifty!
My dad dropped us off at elementary school in his rusty, green Charger that he swore he would rebuild one day. He drove into the lot with loud music. He tried to show off to some female teachers by revving the engine and peeling out. The principal angrily asked us who was driving. We lied & said it was a friend of our parents. LOL!
Usually my dad would hit us with a shoe or make us cut a branch off of our tree and whip us with that. One day, he was listening to music on one of those old school alarm radios. He was so upset that all 4 of us kids were fighting that he just got up, cut the cord, and whipped us silly! The funny thing is that later we saw him frustrated trying to fix his radio!
Growing up, we had a family tradition of an alcohol grab bag on Christmas Eve. Somehow, this drinking theme turned awkward and "spankers" got involved. The spankers were fly swatters that were shaped like hands and said "spank" on them. When my grandma got the spanker, she chased my grandpa around my house for an hour trying to spank him. Not okay! Merry Christmas!
My hair is really curly and thin so it hurts a lot when you brush it. When I was little, my mom used to braid my hair and she was bad. I screamed and cried because she was hurting me. To make me stop, my mom used to hit me on the head with the brush. Strangely, it only made me cry more ....
When I was in grade school, my mom kept telling me how much she admired this guy in my grade. There were times in middle school where I had a feeling that she wanted me to date him. Never happened. The two of us weren't even friends. Super awkward. Now she's doing the same thing to my little sister.
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