Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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My step-mom brought home a cougar cub as a favor to a local animal sanctuary. Our house pets quickly hid for a few days. During supper, the thing jumped up onto the table, knocked all the milk over, and during the melee, began to maul my little niece (she wasn't hurt)! It somehow caught its claws in the table cloth and then dragged our entire meal into the next room.
It was a tradition for my family to pick out a Christmas tree. When I was 10, the tree was too big to fit through the door. We finally stuffed it through and dragged it into place, but the top left a green streak on the ceiling all the way through the house. Then our tree base broke and the tree fell over. My dad was so mad that we've had an artificial tree ever since.
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
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!"
Alone in the bathroom, I had never turned on the wall heater before, so I did. It burst in flames immediately. I froze and tried to yell for help, but I couldn't catch my breath. I thought I would die. Finally, I decided to try and turn it off. I clicked the switch and the fire died. When I got out of the bathroom, I never said anything. I was more afraid of my parents.
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 :)
I remember the Halloween daddy and his wife taught me & my sisters how to throw water balloons and eggs at passing cars. They topped the night off with showing us how to steal pumpkins and smash them on the road. Our final theft was the preachers house. I can still see him standing at the door yelling and trying to figure out why a 4 year old was running away with them.
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!
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.
Once when my parents were out, my older sisters and I got into a HUGE water war. It started with doing the dishes together & escalated into pans of water being thrown, hoses being sprayed though the windows, buckets filled from the pool... We got it all cleaned up & would have gotten away w/ it, except our parents noticed the water dripping from the ceiling.
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