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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As a teenager, I was grounded from driving for going through a yellow light. I found out that I had my 1st motorcycle ride from my dad at 6 weeks old while zipped up in his leather jacket. When I dared to question the act, he said "Oh, it was okay." His buddy the chief of police was with him and it was only 6 blocks. No big deal. And MY judgement was under question?
One summer, my family was enjoying vanilla drumsticks. My father was double-handing a drumstick and a mug of coffee. He started telling us about his uninteresting day at work. It was blocked from my mind as a passing bird pooped into his mug of coffee. My dad thought that what had just collided at terminal velocity was ice cream and licked it off. Scream for ice cream!
One 4th of July, my family and friends were enjoying a fine time with beer, booze, & homemade explosives. We were rudely interrupted by a lunatic neighbor screaming about how we were going to blow up his house. He screamed on and on about how it was illegal. My dad's crazy friend ran out with an decommissioned WW2 grenade and screamed, "Is THIS illegal?" The neighbor fled.
We went camping every weekend as kids. Sitting around the campfire, my father would tell us that he was an alien and that the moon rising was a message that he needed to meet his spaceship. So he would get up and leave for awhile. When he returned he would say he had went to the store via spaceship and he would give us candy or toys.
Once, I was with my uncle and we were driving to some museum really far away. He took the wrong turn off making us set back by an hour and when he stopped for gas he came out with a Willie Nelson CD and had me listen to that and other really old country music the rest of the trip there and back!
We were at Wal-Mart & all wore big jackets. We took off those jackets & my dad put all of them in a ball. We thought the ball looked like a baby covered in a jacket & we named it "George". My dad jokingly made crying sounds, hit George & said "Stop crying! Stop crying, George!". Everyone looked at us, ready to call Child Support while we were laughing our butts off!
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?!
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