Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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In our neighborhood we had fire alarm boxes (with the name "Gamewell" printed on them) mounted to utility poles. We convinced one of our friends to pull the lever and get his game. He pulled it and waited briefly for his prize while the rest of us scattered. He took off just before the firetrucks and police arrived and we all managed to have a great laugh.
After getting out of jail for selling drugs to undercover cops, my 40 y/o brother-in-law has to get a job as part of his parole(his first job). After he gets his first paycheck I get a phone call asking me who this FICA is and why they were getting so much of his money.
While at work one evening in a mental health hospital, I received a call from the Boise PD that I needed to return home regarding a problem with my 8 y.o. daughter. I rushed home to find two BPD cars, lights on, and my house full of men w/ guns. My daughter was enjoying the attention and the babysitter was not. She had called 911 when the sitter spanked her...
I grew up in LaPorte, IN. When I was 13, my uncle got drunk and went driving on the back roads outside of town. He ended up driving through a couple corn fields and smashed through Bernacchi's Market, a gourmet grocery store. He was okay. Oprah lived just outside of town then and regularly shopped there. All I could think was, "My uncle destroyed Oprah's grocery store!"
As I entered my parents house, it smelled like a roaring winter fire (but it was summer and we NEVER used the fireplace). I also noticed that the backyard looked different but couldn't quite figure it out. Until I looked again and noticed that the entire fence had burned down and the fire dept was cleaning up. They said 'kids' were smoking - my sister was the only one home
During kindergarten show and tell, nobody was paying attention to me and my stuffed animal. I told everyone that my parents were getting divorced, which was a lie. I went on to explain that it was because my dad beat up my mom, followed by some even bigger lies. I was retelling the plot from a TV movie. My concerned teacher called the police who contacted my parents.
When I was a baby, my parents left me home with a sitter. At the time there was a hillside strangler on the loose. My parents snuck back into the house to get my mom's purse and quietly slipped out. The baby sitter heard the "intruder" and called the cops. Next thing you know, there were helicopters circling our neighborhood!
My daughter had an imaginary friend named Cindy who often visited our house to play dolls or eat lunch. One day my four-year-old told the sitter she was going next door to Cindy's house and left. I returned a few hours later and she was nowhere to be found. The neighborhood went on full alert, including the police, who found her at a park two miles away!
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