Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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When I was about 4, my mom told me that when you're old, you die. Well, my dad didn't know she told me that, so as were driving to Pre-K, he told me that my mom is really old. I bawled and got to skip school so they could calm me down and make me stop yelling, "Mommy's gonna die!"
I'm a true city girl! When I was 6, my brother told me about his class incubating chicken eggs by keeping them warm. I took 4 eggs wrapped them up and put them in my shirt drawer. One-and-a-half months later, the rotten egg smell was so bad that my mom found them and wanted to know what the heck I was doing. I told her waiting for baby chicks to be born!
On my first morning driving to school, I stopped my Yugo at a stop sign and it stalled. After several attempts to start it, I put the car in neutral and rolled it off the road. While waiting outside for my dad to pick me up, my car started rolling. I hopped into the car just in time to roll into a deep ditch...and my bus happened to drive by at that moment. Mortification!
While on the swings during recess, my sis came running up with another girl. She called for me to get off the swing. I jumped off the swing. My fingers got caught in the chain and I was dragged back and forth until it stopped. My sis then said to the other girl, "She's my sis. We have the same shoes." They ran off, and I waited for a teacher to find me.
It was my birthday and my mom drove me to school. On the way, she asked what I wanted for my birthday. I said I didn't know and she got angry at me for not knowing. When we pulled into the parking lot, she said I was not allowed to go to school until I told her. Well, I never went to school that day. Real shame.
One day in school, we were reading this book about this kid who moved to a new city and a "tiger" told him to ride on his back and see what he could get if he joined his gang. When my teacher was done reading the book, my friend Adam asked "Is this guy a sexual predator? 'Cuz he sure sounds like one." We busted out laughing and started making jokes about the book.
We live in a rural environment, so the drive to/from school would be pretty boring to my kids, make it easy for them to agitate one another, and make it hard for me to drive. I found that if I made up facts that they found puzzling, it would keep them quiet while they tried to figure out whether they were true or not. One example: Cops only eat donuts and drink coffee.
When I was in grade school, my mom kept telling me how much she admired this guy in my grade. There were times in middle school where I had a feeling that she wanted me to date him. Never happened. The two of us weren't even friends. Super awkward. Now she's doing the same thing to my little sister.
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!
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! ;/
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