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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My mom was driving through our neighborhood and I saw a baby bird in the road. I asked her to stop and got out. I picked it up to put it near a tree and its parents started attacking me. My mom heard my screams and, instead of getting out to help, she panicked, pressed on the gas pedal, and left me behind. I ended up running a mile after her, bird still in hand.
My mom was driving on the highway, talking to my brother, when all off a sudden he stops talking and starts screaming. Of course, my mom can't see what's going on so she starts screaming. As she does, her foot starts pressing harder against the gas pedal. So now we're doing 120 mph and we're all screaming but for different reasons. Later, my brother said a frog scared him.
I'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.
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!!!
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.
My mom told me one day that when I was 4 weeks old, she, my father (bless his soul), and I went to Walmart. After my father had put up the cart, he went and got into the car. My mother looked at him and asked, "Choco, where's Nat?" My father replied, "Oh crud! I forgot the baby! I'm sorry, Ma, I'm new to this." He was referring to parenthood. Heh... o_O
For a Halloween party, my mom made a huge centerpiece of Frankenstein out of cheese, olives, and pretzels. Halfway through the party Frankenstein (or Cheesen-stein) started melting and looked a little lopsided, so she threw him away. The next morning my stepdad opened the lid only to find this large piece of cheese. Being the cheapskate he is, he ate it for lunch!
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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