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 was ignoring my grandma so she told me to go get the mail and, as I did, she locked the door on me. I was trapped, so I yelled and screamed. I climbed through a window but when I did, she broke my favorite toy. I was only 7! I called my dad and he gave her 10 dollars. Wow, did I feel loved that day.
When my brother and I were little, my uncle would visit and we'd all sit at the pool in our apartment complex. He refused to listen to my mom about us not being able to swim, and one day, when my mom went inside for something, he threw my brother into the deep end expecting him to doggy paddle instead of sink. We still wont let him around us near pools!!
When we were little, my uncle would take my cousin and me to school and he would ask us, "Hey, do you guys want some donuts?" We would shout YES! and before you knew it, we would go flying around all over the car because he meant "car donuts" (spin his Camaro 'round and 'round). He did this to us for a few years before we learned our lesson and stopped saying yes!
On a school ski trip, I decided to go snowboarding. I stunk. Strangely, I passed it then we had to go down the hill. I tried, but I fell and could not get up. I accidentally knocked down the instructor's board. The guy started to yell at me then ran down hill. When he came back up he yelled again and told me the board had hit a little girl.
My little cousin made up a story about me having drugs under my bed. It was a complete lie. He was no stranger to telling ridiculous lies. It was a phase. He told me he was gonna tell my parents what he "found," so I made up a story about him using the kitty litter box to do his bathroom business. To this day, I bring up pooping in the cat box to keep him in line!
This summer, I babysat for a rather well-off family in my neighborhood. The mom went to a reunion. I watched the 2-year-old son, who was scared of me at first. Luckily, I calmed him to the point of going for a walk in his stroller. Unable to find the garage opener, I went out a side door ... and locked us out of the house. He just sat there, grinning from ear to ear.
My cousins moved into a house where homeless people had lived. For a couple of years, anyone who visited that house would break out with pus-filled bumps. A small bug would grow underneath the skin. The doctor would have to cut the skin and pop the blister. No insurance meant my mom was our MD. She would make us bathe in dog soap. It sucked, but it worked!
As a kid, I never knew that treating lice the way my parents did was both illegal/dangerous. My parents killed two birds with one stone. We lived in a duplex full of roaches. They would spray where the roaches lived and sprayed our heads to kill the lice we had gotten at school. They would wrap our heads with grocery store bags. I can still feel the lice moving! ;/
My folks had a friend who worked at a thrift store. We would shop for 2 hours or so. We were so confused as kids, because we would then just walk away after putting the carts in a corner. We would later return at around midnight & the stuff would be in trash bags outside of the building. We would leave a $20 dollar bill under a rock. Now that's what I call being thrifty!
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