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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 StoryOn one of those days when I got stuck babysitting, I overheard my brother tell my sister she couldn't make it though the hole. I went to check on them and saw my sis wide-eyed. She had no eyebrows and her hair was singed. He had dared her to drop a match in a coke bottle that he had sprayed with WD-40!
As a young kid, I didn't really like pulling my own loose teeth out. My dad, a mechanic, would go to the basement, get his needle nosed pliers, cover them in vanilla ice cream, and yank my tooth out. It was never scary and I actually looked forward to it. Looking back, I'm not sure that was in any way safe (mentally or physically) or sanitary.
My Dad sucks. He created a game called 'Over The Hill' to help me with baseball practice. It went like this: he stood me on the top edge of a hill and fired baseballs @ me. If I didn't catch each w/ 2 hands, he'd throw the next one 'over the hill'. I had to run down the hill to get it, & back up to the ready position. Over & over & over. I almost died. I hate baseball
I had a bunkbed growing up, and Dad decided to remove the railing on the top bunk. I ended up spending two days in the hospital recovering from a severe skull fracture from falling off the top bunk one night while i was asleep. The doctor said that if it had been a half centimeter deeper I would've been dead.
My job was to get all the rocks out of lawn that our rock humping/chewing/eating dog would bring into it. My bro's job was to mow. He decided I was I was taking too long and poured gas all over the lawn and lit it on fire as we stood there in the middle of it, almost giving my grandma who saw it all from the kitchen window a heart attack!
We drove from northern Indiana to Arkansas one year when I was a child for a family funeral. I don't remember what state it was, but we took an exit for gas and bathroom breaks. When I came out of the bathroom, our station wagon and all my family was gone. I was mortified. They eventually realized I wasn't in the back and came back and got me.
My grandmother used to be an alcoholic. When drunk, she would throw beer bottles at the neighbors from her veranda and sometimes at my older brother, too. One time, even a computer! She chased my dad down the street with a hot poker stick once! She is very tall and fat, definitely not your average little old granny.
My family is NOT athletic, portly. We decided to go river rafting in the 80s. My dad had a Hank Hill butt... none. On a particularly hairy bend in the river, the boat tipped and my dad fell out. He grabbed a branch jutting out of the bank, and the current pulled his pants AND underwear off. I can just picture the fisherman that saw that floating by. Quite a show!
My family used to go camping at the lake in our "camper". By camper I mean an old school bus that dad remodeled to include bunk beds & a gas stove. One night at camp Dad got mad because someone beat him at cards so he started up the bus & started driving off. Someone managed to get the propane tank unhooked before he got it in gear. Did I mention it didn't have breaks?
I was sick so my Mom give me some penicillin. Or so I thought. She actually gave me some leftover medicine one of our CATS had from a surgery. I had no idea until I started breaking out in a rash that would cover my entire right arm and then 2 minutes later it would be on my leg, then disappear and be on my back. Within the hour I was covered and they kept reappearing and
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