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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My dad dropped us off at elementary school in his rusty, green Charger that he swore he would rebuild one day. He drove into the lot with loud music. He tried to show off to some female teachers by revving the engine and peeling out. The principal angrily asked us who was driving. We lied & said it was a friend of our parents. LOL!
Usually my dad would hit us with a shoe or make us cut a branch off of our tree and whip us with that. One day, he was listening to music on one of those old school alarm radios. He was so upset that all 4 of us kids were fighting that he just got up, cut the cord, and whipped us silly! The funny thing is that later we saw him frustrated trying to fix his radio!
My grandma and grandpa often drink, resulting in arguments. Recently, grandpa really ticked off grandma during one of their many drunken arguments, so she stabbed him. He went to the hospital, lied and said he got mugged, and they're still living happily, or unhappily ever after under the same roof. Grandma often complains that grandpa can't let stuff go.
Growing up, we had a family tradition of an alcohol grab bag on Christmas Eve. Somehow, this drinking theme turned awkward and "spankers" got involved. The spankers were fly swatters that were shaped like hands and said "spank" on them. When my grandma got the spanker, she chased my grandpa around my house for an hour trying to spank him. Not okay! Merry Christmas!
My hair is really curly and thin so it hurts a lot when you brush it. When I was little, my mom used to braid my hair and she was bad. I screamed and cried because she was hurting me. To make me stop, my mom used to hit me on the head with the brush. Strangely, it only made me cry more ....
When we were kids, we moved around a lot. One night after a recent move, my brother got up to pee. He walked across the hall into the linen closet and let loose (he thought it was the bathroom). The next morning, we smelled urine and opened the closet door to see that not only had he peed in there but he hadn't even aimed! There were wet spots from ceiling to carpet!
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