Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
Share a quick and funny story from your
childhood (or parenthood) that makes
you wonder just how you all survived.
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Submit Another StoryWhen my son was 2 I was over-stressed. I was in the bathroom doing my hair. My son was in the kitchen and knocked a box of strike matches onto the floor, causing a fire. He came to me and said, "Mommy, fire!" I said, "That's nice, honey, tell your daddy." My husband came in a few minutes later and said, "Honey ...." I had had no idea what my son had told me. Whew!
I was around 10 and playing in the playhouse my father had made for me. I was playing with candles, thinking it was fun. Before I knew it I was bored, went inside to watch TV with my sisters. Eventually the candles melted and burnt down the entire playhouse! LOL Then, to prevent it from spreading to another, my dad got the tractor and pushed it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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