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.
My brother bob was playing a new game at the park, ride under the swing A-frame, jump off your bike, grab the bars. He lost the game. Came home crying. Mom said "if you're going to cry, go sit in the backyard". He did, I went to talk to him & returned to ask "is the bone supposed to stick of the skin?"
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
My sister was a real sissy, she was kind of a hypochondriac. We're at a friend's house and my sister falls from the monkey bars and cried and cried...my mom kept telling her to stop being silly and it can't possibly hurt that much. It took her a couple of days, but she did eventually take my sister to the hospital, where it was discovered she had a BROKEN ARM! ha ha
When I was a kid growing up in the Ozarks we were driving home when we met our neighbors on the road. They motioned for us to stop. In the back of their pickup was their kid bent over with his head down inside a metal milk can. They couldn't pull him out so they were on the way to the ER. Don't remember how the Dr. got him out, but his ears were bruised for a while.
My Grandma used to pack my brother and me into a tiny car, crank the heater up extra high, refuse to crack a window, chain smoke a pack of cig's and proceed to drive us to any store a minumum of 25 miles away from the closest store to buy mushrooms that were on sale for three cents cheaper than the store next door. One can only hold their breath for so long. HORRIBLE!
My Grandma used to recycle EVERYTHING and refused to throw anything away...we used to joke that she recycled the toilet paper. She would pull blocks of cheese, covered in mold, out of the freezer, grate it and serve it to us for dinner. The rule in her house was you had to eat everything off your plate before you could drink anything (even water). It was horrible.
I grew up in LaPorte, IN. When I was 13, my uncle got drunk and went driving on the back roads outside of town. He ended up driving through a couple corn fields and smashed through Bernacchi's Market, a gourmet grocery store. He was okay. Oprah lived just outside of town then and regularly shopped there. All I could think was, "My uncle destroyed Oprah's grocery store!"
In 4th grade I became very ill and complained of constant gas pain. After trying everything, my mom gave me a can of beer to drink; hoping it would relax me and make me fart. It didn't work. I spent hours in pain and ended up in the emergency room needing my appendix removed. My mom won mother of the year that year.
when i was 13 i was playing kickball with my friends at school. In my school they had construction fences around the field and i though it would be fun to jump over the fence. as i jumped someone lifted the fence and my leg got caught and cracked.well the school sent me home on the bus and it took my dad a week to bring me to the hospital because thought i was faking.
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