Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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When I was barely a month old, my parents took me swimming. My mother lay on the blanket and my dad took me out into the water. He thought that babies already knew how to swim so he chucked me in the water. When I didn't start swimming, he quickly grabbed me out of the water but, after that, my mother always was very nervous when he took me and my siblings out!!!
For years, my sister would always ask me, "You do remember how I told you the twins were made, right?" I would say, "Yes, Mom was making pottery on the patio and sculpted 2 babies and she set them out to dry and in the morning they were alive and she kept them!" This was how I believed that my sister and brother came to be ... for 10 years! Crazy sister!
Once when my brother was about 4, my mom left the curling iron on. She heard him scream. She ran upstairs and found that he had broken his toy. I was about 10 months old and my mom heard me scream and cry bloody murder. She ran back downstairs. I had gotten hold of her curling iron and it was stuck to my hand. My mom tried to pull it off, then we rushed to the ER.
For a Halloween party, my mom made a huge centerpiece of Frankenstein out of cheese, olives, and pretzels. Halfway through the party Frankenstein (or Cheesen-stein) started melting and looked a little lopsided, so she threw him away. The next morning my stepdad opened the lid only to find this large piece of cheese. Being the cheapskate he is, he ate it for lunch!
My little sister was a real tattletale. Every time she could, she would take delight in getting me in trouble. So I told her she was bought from a gypsy family at the circus. This made sense to her 'cause Mom and I had dark hair while she was blonde. And every time she tattled on me, I would tell her to be careful or we will take her back and sell her to another family.
My little sister was potty training. When she had to go to the bathroom she would pull down her pants and run in the direction of the bathroom. We were in church, sitting in the front pew, and she decided that she had to go and now. My mom didn't see her. We just heard the pastor say, "There she goes!" We turned around in time to see her bare butt running down the isle.
When I was a baby, my mom used to tie me to a stone with some line to walk on. I was kinda wild and restless and could not sit still for long, so my mom found out that that was the solution for me not to run away. When my grandma had me while my parents was on holiday, she did the same thing when she was in the potato field. They did give me some toys to play with, though.
When I was 10, my little brother thought it would be funny if he stuck his finger down a lizard hole. All of a sudden, he screamed as loud as he could! He yanked out his finger and a lizard was on it. We tried to pull it off but it couldn't so we went to the hospital and they had to remove it surgically.
When I was 7, my little brother (who is a year younger) was jumping from the hall to my room saying, "I'm in your room. I'm outta your room. I'm in your room." I said, "If you don't stop, I'll throw a roller skate at you!" Needless to say, I threw it. It got taken away ... but only the one I threw. I spent the rest of the summer riding on the other roller skate.
When I was 13, I was selected to go to Chicago for a modeling convention. My mother was not "with it" so she asked my aunt if she would tag along. When we got to Chicago, my mother and aunt began speaking in a British accent to everyone (including each other) because it "sounded more posh." Needless to say, I only got one callback ... and then they talked to my mom.
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