Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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My biological father picked me up from my mom when I was 14 and said he wanted to take me camping. Come to find out he tricked me into going to wait in the desert because the Virgin Mary was going to appear to me and convert me to Catholicism. He also told me he controls the weather (and I had powers too) and angels drive for him when he falls asleep (all dead serious).
On Thursday, my older sister had to drive me to choir rehearsal. When we went into the garage, we found that the only car to drive was the stick shift. After that ride, I was happy to be alive. Every 5 feet, the car would shake! Never again will I get in that car with her as the driver!
When I was a baby, my parents left me home with a sitter. At the time there was a hillside strangler on the loose. My parents snuck back into the house to get my mom's purse and quietly slipped out. The baby sitter heard the "intruder" and called the cops. Next thing you know, there were helicopters circling our neighborhood!
When my dad was growing up, he and his brothers had a pet goat named Pamper (good for keeping the grass down). One night at the family dinner table, the brothers were noting that they hadn't seen Pamper in a few days. Grandpa took a bite from his meal and said, "Pamper's on your dinner plate, boys."
I walked in on my parents "in bed" when I was 17. I closed my eyes and started running away. I then hit the banister super hard and flew over. I landed on my back. My parents called 911. I had to explain my story repeatedly to all the nurses and doctors because they thought it was hilarious. Worst night of my life.
While my grandma was in her twilight years, I had to take her bra shopping one day. We were in the Mervyn's dressing room stall & I'd convinced her to try on a bra, but she was, ahem, attempting to fit everything into one cup. Loudly, so she could hear me clearly, I said "Grandma, move the left one into its own cup!" And then I heard snickering coming from another stall...
When I was 7, my dad and I walked through the woods after an evening in the deer stand. He scared me by telling me that he had heard something nearby and convinced me to get up REAL close behind him. When I got close, he broke wind in my face. At 7, I was head-level with his rear end.
Back 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.
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.
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