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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 StoryWhen I was a kid, my dad worked with the local volunteer fire department. During the 4th of July festivities, we always had tons of fireworks because they ran a stand and they made some of their own. Dad and his buds had a roman candle fight. It was really funny ... until one errant charge went forth from his candle and up the shorts of his friend!
When I was in college my 4 year old daughter asked if she could please have a baby sister. I told her, "Sure, some day." I was a single parent. She visit all the neighbors on our block, many elderly couples, and told them her mom was going to have a baby! One neighbor complimented me on my fine figure "for a very pregnant young lady" and then spilled the beans...!
When I was about 4 years old I wanted to go to the store with my dad. I begged him to let me go with him, (so I could "ride" in the car). He said no, stay home. We were at our cousins house who lived off of a dirt road. As my dad started the car I grabbed on to the rear chrome bumper (56 Ford) as my dad drove away I took about a 4 block ride dragging my shoes. "Fun"!!
My father was the proverbial tinkerer, always saying "I could do that". When the electric hot dog cookers appeared on the market, Dad was positive he could recreate the result. One knife, one old lamp cord, and one hot dog later, a loud POP was heard. It took my mother and I quite some time to clean up all the pieces of exploded wiener from around the kitchen.
Once during a flood in the neighborhood (where the water was 5 feet so there was no leaving or going), my papa broke our bathroom toilet. He decided to call the POLICE to come fix it.
He expected them to come by in a canoe.
I often would get up on the roof to try to watch my neighbors set off their illegal fireworks. Mom always let me regardless of how many times I fell off. The conversation after I would slip off my pile of junk that I used to climb on to get to the roof usually went like this:
Mom: Did you fall?
Me (laying face down): Yeah...
Mom: I knew you would.
When I was 4, I fell of my swing and got a huge gash on the back of my leg. When I went to my Dad, he sat me down and brought out duct-tape and a wash cloth. Then he wrapped up my leg then sent me to go play with our dog. When my Mom came home, she approved of my Dad's work. Lesson learned, duct tape is a great medical supply.
One day, mom decided we were going to paint the bathroom. Me, my sisters, and cousin (ages 9, 10, and 11) were painting. My youngest sister said something that made me mad and I painted her face. She got mad and painted my hair. To make a long story short, the bathroom looked like a mess and 4 little girls were covered in baby blue paint. The room is still half-done.
One of my friends and I were ice boarding down his driveway. I hit my head on a bunch of cinder blocks. I kid you not, I died for maximum of two whole seconds.
When my son was 12, I began working in an ER as a tech. I went home to practice washing out ears to remove foreign objects. He wanted to do it, so I started cleaning his ears. Normally not painful. Then he started screaming, "I cant hear! I'm telling dad!" I rushed him to my job and they removed a BB from his ear. To this day, we don't know how it got in there!
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