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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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!"
I was about 7 or 8, it was new years and it was at my aunts house, there were about 30 people there. well when it came to firework time my dad was more exited about it then any one else and all of a sudden he is throwing a firework in the air and well it had landed in his car and went off. he had to get the inside of the whole car done
when i was 6 years old dad wanted to play with me. so, he puts two couches in front of each other, and between them he puts a glass table. "lets jump from this couch to that couch over the table" dad says. and while i'm jumping, suddenly it's all white and red. OMG my head was bleeding because i smashed the table with my head!
It was my introduction to kindergarten - my mother took me in to meet my teachers and I was overly hyper so I was running around and into every thing but I will never live it down because the last thing I did before leaving that day was to pull the fire alarm . We moved the next week and the teachers were not sad to see me go . but I was a memorable child :)
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
My brother and I were dog sitting for the neighbors. Knowing my brother was afraid of their dog, I started running through their house screaming bloody murder, which got the dog chasing me for real. My brother freaked as I ran towards him and slammed the door in my face, which I knocked right off all of its hinges and onto my brother.
I have 2 brothers, one good, one bad. Bad brother always got in trouble, always said it wasn't his fault & was a good liar. I would lend my car to both brothers & one day noticed it had damage. Since I wasn't told I blamed bad brother. He denied it, no one believed him & he was grounded. Years later, over holiday dinner, good brother confessed he did it...oops!
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