Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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I had a bunkbed growing up, and Dad decided to remove the railing on the top bunk. I ended up spending two days in the hospital recovering from a severe skull fracture from falling off the top bunk one night while i was asleep. The doctor said that if it had been a half centimeter deeper I would've been dead.
When I was 4years old, I ended up with lice from another child in my preschool class. Instead of buying lice shampoo or taking me to a doctor or salon, my mom washed my hair in flea shampoo. Later, the doctor explained to my mom how dangerous it was to do. On the upside, I had no lice or fleas.
I remember the Halloween daddy and his wife taught me & my sisters how to throw water balloons and eggs at passing cars. They topped the night off with showing us how to steal pumpkins and smash them on the road. Our final theft was the preachers house. I can still see him standing at the door yelling and trying to figure out why a 4 year old was running away with them.
I put my daughter on a behavior-mod program involving a Ziploc bag full of dimes, then she went to school and told her first grade teacher all about her "dime bag". Needless to say, we had a little conference. (And I'm honest-to-goodness the mom who has never used an illegal drug in my entire life!)
My husband is one of 5 rural Kansas kids. His dad use to get drunk and hop on the riding lawn mower. He would mow the areas at the edge of the lawn he had allowed to grow up around the junk that had accumulated. The kids would all scatter and run for the house, because one time he hit a piece of junk and broke the blade off and sent it flying just missing one of them.
My bedroom was the closest to the kitchen. One night, I heard a burglar in the kitchen going through the drawers. He was loud. I thought he was going to come in my room & kill me. Then, I heard the back door slam shut & the sound of someone climbing over the fence. I got up to see what was stolen. Nothing was gone! My dad got up & yelled at me for not stopping the burglar.
I had a sewing needle in my foot and my mother being the soul of thrift and a nurse herself took me to the two doctors, chiropractors, she worked for. They froze my foot first then sliced it and still couldn't find the dang thing even with x-rays to guide them. Ended up in the ER with two sets of stitches. One from the first attempt and the second that got the needle.
My grandmother used to be an alcoholic. When drunk, she would throw beer bottles at the neighbors from her veranda and sometimes at my older brother, too. One time, even a computer! She chased my dad down the street with a hot poker stick once! She is very tall and fat, definitely not your average little old granny.
My family used to go camping at the lake in our "camper". By camper I mean an old school bus that dad remodeled to include bunk beds & a gas stove. One night at camp Dad got mad because someone beat him at cards so he started up the bus & started driving off. Someone managed to get the propane tank unhooked before he got it in gear. Did I mention it didn't have breaks?
I was sick so my Mom give me some penicillin. Or so I thought. She actually gave me some leftover medicine one of our CATS had from a surgery. I had no idea until I started breaking out in a rash that would cover my entire right arm and then 2 minutes later it would be on my leg, then disappear and be on my back. Within the hour I was covered and they kept reappearing and
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