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.
Read other crazy family experiences and vote on your favorites below.
Submit Another StoryMy mother, sister and niece came to visit me and my family one weekend. While my sister was gone my mother swore she saw a dog come running down the street, turn into a monkey and climb over the fence. My sister would not believe me until the next day while trying to merge onto a busy highway she saw a dead capybara on the side of the road. They drove home the next day.
When I was a kid, I was terrified of these HUGE garden spiders in my back yard. My mom told me to feed the dogs. The only way to get to them was to go out back where there was no light and lots of webs. We went out there with a candle swinging ladles in front of us to knock down webs. The yard was visible from the street. We must have looked like a bunch of cultists.
My older sister tied me to a chair with a thin string then hung me out of the upstairs window. When she finnaly pulled me back up the string broke just as she got me back in the window.
When my son was 2 I was over-stressed. I was in the bathroom doing my hair. My son was in the kitchen and knocked a box of strike matches onto the floor, causing a fire. He came to me and said, "Mommy, fire!" I said, "That's nice, honey, tell your daddy." My husband came in a few minutes later and said, "Honey ...." I had had no idea what my son had told me. Whew!
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 was about 7 or 8, it was new years and it was at my aunts house, there were about 30 people there. well when it came to firework time my dad was more exited about it then any one else and all of a sudden he is throwing a firework in the air and well it had landed in his car and went off. he had to get the inside of the whole car done
House repairs. So my family hated the flooring, so to fix this problem my parents laid a large sheet of linoleum down on top like a giant rug, untacked with curling sides we'd trip over and all.
when i was 6 years old dad wanted to play with me. so, he puts two couches in front of each other, and between them he puts a glass table. "lets jump from this couch to that couch over the table" dad says. and while i'm jumping, suddenly it's all white and red. OMG my head was bleeding because i smashed the table with my head!
when i was 10 i went to coney island with my family. there is a rollercoaster called the cyclone one of the oldest in the world. well my dad made me go on even though i was a little under the height limit and as it started going down i felt myself flying out so i yelled for my dad and he held me down but still till this day i will never get on a rollercoaster agian.
I have a 5 year old son. At the time this happened he was 2. I had some lollipops in my purse, along with my tampons. He asked, "Mama, can I have a lollipop?" Not even thinking, I say yeah. Well, you guessed it: tampon in the mouth! Then he comes to me with it still in, all swollen, mumbling, Mama, this is a bad lollipop!" I started rolling.
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