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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Submit Another StoryI'm the oldest of 5. My mother is a hair dresser and my father is a prison guard. However, my father did the cooking and laundry my mother taught me how to drywall. I convinced my sister you had to water rocks or they would turn to sand. The same sister was dropped from a dog leash that was suspended from a tree.
My brother and I are very competitive. He is older than me, so he usually got the better of me... that is until crazy ping pong. We decided that if we could hit the other person with the ball, it would be a point. That became a lot of fun. But even that was nothing until my brother told me to take my shirt off. It took a while for our welts to disappear.
I am the youngest of 7. When my parents went out, my older siblings babysat me. We played hide-n-seek. My brother would help me. He'd put me someplace snug, like the top shelf of the linen closet. He'd hide me so well, I'd fall asleep waiting. It wasn't until I was in my 40s that my siblings finally told me that their version was to leave me asleep. I was easy to sit.
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!!!
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Once when my brother was about 4, my mom left the curling iron on. She heard him scream. She ran upstairs and found that he had broken his toy. I was about 10 months old and my mom heard me scream and cry bloody murder. She ran back downstairs. I had gotten hold of her curling iron and it was stuck to my hand. My mom tried to pull it off, then we rushed to the ER.
Once, my aunt and uncle were out at my house, shooting a gun after dark, and the neighbors called the cops. My aunt is in the army. When the cops finally showed up, my three-legged dog tried to bite the officer. The officer said, "I love me some three-legged dog" and then he told them to stop shooting the guns.
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When I was a baby, my mom used to tie me to a stone with some line to walk on. I was kinda wild and restless and could not sit still for long, so my mom found out that that was the solution for me not to run away. When my grandma had me while my parents was on holiday, she did the same thing when she was in the potato field. They did give me some toys to play with, though.
When my sister was little (like 5 or 6 years old), my grandma took her to a gas station because they need to get gas for the car. My grandma told my sister to stay. Grandma went inside the store to pay for the gas. Meanwhile, my sister got into the front seat and put the car in reverse. It rolled into the street!
When I was 7, my little brother (who is a year younger) was jumping from the hall to my room saying, "I'm in your room. I'm outta your room. I'm in your room." I said, "If you don't stop, I'll throw a roller skate at you!" Needless to say, I threw it. It got taken away ... but only the one I threw. I spent the rest of the summer riding on the other roller skate.
My family went to Chicago by train, so we had no means of transportation there. My uncle decided we should go to the other side of Chicago. We couldn't find a large taxi, so we asked a small one how many of us could fit. He replied, "As many as you can." There we go, 9 people fitting in a small compact car. My little sister and cousin laid across us!
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