Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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Growing up we always had pets. "Meow" was a tom that stuck closer to home than the others. One night, I heard my mom on the back porch, in full view of the neighbors, in dressing gown and curlers. She was banging a fork on a cat food can, calling "Meow" over and over. My sister and I were on the floor, gasping for air from laughing so hard!
I used to have a rat named Oskah when I was 12. He went everywhere with me: the skate park, library, DVD shop, beach (he liked to chase the little soldier crabs back into their holes). One time, I took him to the supermarket and a lady said, "Get that rat out of here! It's filthy and disgusting!" I indignantly said, "No, he's not! He's very clean, cleaner than you!"
My brother and I had hamsters growing up, but our favorite hamster finally died right before winter. Unfortunately the ground was too hard to dig her a grave so our parents decided to put her in a box in the downstairs freezer. That summer I was looking for ice cream and happened upon a box, opened it and found my very dead purple hamster. Terrified of dead things since.
My mom was allergic to most animals, so the only pets I had were three goldfish when I was 6. I loved them, so I fed them all the time, and ended up overfeeding them. Years later, I learned that my mom didn't have the heart to tell me I was killing the fish, so she would replace them! I noticed a spot on one of them once, and she said "You just saw it from the other side!"
I had my boyfriend coming over to meet my family for the first time,and as he pulled up and I greeted him outside,my overweight uncle busts out the front door (this is his usual dog walking routine btw) singing,wearing his briefs with construction boots,no shirt-and the cordless phone attached to his underwear while walking my dog, MORTIFIED.
I loved animals so much that when I saw a dead one in the road I'd have a never-ending melt down. I couldn't cope with the animal getting repeatedly and callously squashed. My parents had to carry a shovel in the trunk of the car so that when we came upon roadkill they could pull over, remove the animal from the road, and place it "respectfully" on the shoulder.
I would visit my husband's father's home and speak to his cow. He was my friend. I was invited to dinner at his dad's home. I said to my husband's father, "This is the best steak I ever ate." A few minutes later I said to his father, "I didn't see "Bessy" the cow outside. Where is she?" Need I say more?
We had horses and lots of stories, but this is the prize: When our beloved horse died, my mother went to the pasture, skinned her and made a horse-hide rug! For years she tried pawning it off on each of her children, never understanding how disturbing we found the whole idea. Now, years later, all that remains is a moth-eaten piece about 3" sq, but that's still creepy!
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