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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.
Read other crazy family experiences and vote on your favorites below.
Submit Another StoryBack in the '60s, my dad would bring home blobs of mercury from work for us kids to play with. We'd dump it out of the container and move it around with our bare fingers on the kitchen table; however, he would yell at my mom for using hair spray because the chemicals were bad for the air.
When my brother and I were little, we loved to play war. We'd take all of the dirty laundry and position it around our den. We moved furniture and brought in other items to make tunnels and forts. We used my mom's rather large D-cup bras as goggles.
My dad was always big on horror films. When I was 7 we watched The Exorcist. I went to bed and it began to shake! I ran to my mom and she told me to knock it off and go to sleep. I got back in the bed and it started jumping up, causing me to go in the air. I went sobbing to my mom, which is when she asked where my dad was. He came out from under my bed, laughing.
When my brother and I were younger we stayed (me 9, brother 7) at our grandma's for a summer.We played beauty shop and my brother being the client. Well I didn't have make up but i did have nail polish, so I put nail polish all over my brother's face. My grandmother walks in, tries getting the dried polish off with remover, she ended up dunking his face in it.
I had my boyfriend coming over to meet my family for the first time,and as he pulled up and I greeted him outside,my overweight uncle busts out the front door (this is his usual dog walking routine btw) singing,wearing his briefs with construction boots,no shirt-and the cordless phone attached to his underwear while walking my dog, MORTIFIED.
Until I was 14, my mum always got everyone's clothes from charity. Most of the time, she didn't even pay for them. She was as thrifty as she was poor. Whenever I needed new clothes, she would drive me and my younger sister out to Vinnie's late at night and make us sift through everything and then dunk me into the big red charity bins to grab bags of clothes.
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!"
My Great Grandfather, age 93, was convicted of murder. He had been standing in line at the rest home getting ready to receive his dinner. A woman with a walker cut in front of him. He was so irritated, he used his cane and shoved her out of the way. She had a heart attack and died on the spot. He was sentenced to "life in prison".....
When my sister and I were teenagers our older brothers friends were always over and very obnoxious. So we got the brilliant idea to dress my younger brother up as a girl and introduce him as one of our friends. We did such a good job that one of my older brothers friends started picking up on my little brother. Soooo wrong.........
on christmas one year, i was about seven, i wanted to eat spaghetti. my brother then tells me i'm adopted and italian which was why i wanted the spaghetti. he also tells me that my name is really henrietta. my aunt plays along and tells me my last name is albergetty. i cried until my parents got there and told me that it was all a joke. my brother still calls me henrietta.
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