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.
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My mom was driving through our neighborhood and I saw a baby bird in the road. I asked her to stop and got out. I picked it up to put it near a tree and its parents started attacking me. My mom heard my screams and, instead of getting out to help, she panicked, pressed on the gas pedal, and left me behind. I ended up running a mile after her, bird still in hand.
My mom was driving on the highway, talking to my brother, when all off a sudden he stops talking and starts screaming. Of course, my mom can't see what's going on so she starts screaming. As she does, her foot starts pressing harder against the gas pedal. So now we're doing 120 mph and we're all screaming but for different reasons. Later, my brother said a frog scared him.
I grew up on a hilly street that we would sled down in the winter. My father used to pull us back up the hill on our sleds. When he would get too hot, he would horrify the neighbors by shedding his clothing down to his boxers and boots. He was quite buff at the time, so I don't think the ladies were REALLY offended.
When I was barely a month old, my parents took me swimming. My mother lay on the blanket and my dad took me out into the water. He thought that babies already knew how to swim so he chucked me in the water. When I didn't start swimming, he quickly grabbed me out of the water but, after that, my mother always was very nervous when he took me and my siblings out!!!
My mom was taking my "losing it" grandpa cross country to visit my aunt in California. While on the plane, a baby starts crying. Confused, my grandpa looks around and claims, "There's a chicken on this plane!" As if that wasn't enough, after landing, an Asian woman was at the airport with her arms wide to greet her arriving family. Grandpa thought that the hug was for him.
My mom told me one day that when I was 4 weeks old, she, my father (bless his soul), and I went to Walmart. After my father had put up the cart, he went and got into the car. My mother looked at him and asked, "Choco, where's Nat?" My father replied, "Oh crud! I forgot the baby! I'm sorry, Ma, I'm new to this." He was referring to parenthood. Heh... o_O
For a Halloween party, my mom made a huge centerpiece of Frankenstein out of cheese, olives, and pretzels. Halfway through the party Frankenstein (or Cheesen-stein) started melting and looked a little lopsided, so she threw him away. The next morning my stepdad opened the lid only to find this large piece of cheese. Being the cheapskate he is, he ate it for lunch!
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