Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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One of my older brothers had a bow and arrow set. I wanted to see how high I could shoot it. I stood in the field (next to the house), laid on my back. Holding the bow by feet, I pulled back the arrow and shot it straight up. When I couldn't see the arrow anymore, I realized my mistake. I ran under the house eaves and waited for it to come down. It landed where I had lain
About 3 years ago, my friends & I were watching Saw 3 at my house. It was getting to a really creepy part and my mom thought it would be funny to turn off electricity on the house. We freaked out! She put on a black coat and ran into the room. We all screamed really loudly! My next door neighbors came out of their house because they thought we were being robbed!
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.
When 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 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"!!
In the front of our house was a full grown pine tree. One of my three older brothers told me how he climbed to the top and could see the drive-in movie theatre (about a mile away). One night, I decided to try it. I was ten. I made it to the top and the wind started blowing. I held of for life. Trying not to die, I held on for life as I climbed back down. Down is harder.
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.
After re-wiring our house there were several pieces of metal conduit left my brother decided to push one out the second story window to make a fire pole. Only problem was I was playing in the sand box directly under the window. The pipe hit me in the head and fortunately I was bent over so it struck at an angle instead of straight on. I still have a half moon shaped dent.
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.
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