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My husband is one of 5 rural Kansas kids. His dad use to get drunk and hop on the riding lawn mower. He would mow the areas at the edge of the lawn he had allowed to grow up around the junk that had accumulated. The kids would all scatter and run for the house, because one time he hit a piece of junk and broke the blade off and sent it flying just missing one of them.
In the 5th grade I went to an amusement park for my friend's birthday. I wore my favorite royal blue polyester pants. I happily rode the water log ride, but spread my legs too wide on the log and split my pants. My mom wouldn't let me go home because I was gonna ruin it for the birthday girl and my other friends. I cried and then went on all the rides.
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!
When we were younger, my mum bought me and my brother a golden retriever puppy! He was so cute we could never leave him alone. The one time we did happened to be the same day my mum was cooking roast lamb for Sunday dinner; it took her hours to get everything nice. She came to get us when it was ready and when we got back the dog was on the table and the lamb??? All gone!
When I was 8 yrs old, I climbed into our old stick shift car that was parked in our really sloped driveway to pretend to drive and I knocked the center brake down and the car started rolling backwards down the driveway and once it gained speed, I did a jump and roll out of the car onto the lawn and watched the car get into a crash once it hit the street that totaled it.
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
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