Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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So, my parents are doctors and when my triplet sisters and I were little, we got stuck waiting in the hospital. We got hungry and went to the vending machine to make popcorn and got confused with the microwave times. Before we knew it, there was smoke coming from the microwave and all the alarms were going off. In a hospital. Three fire trucks had to come!
I live in a 60-year-old manufactured smoke-detectorless, fire hazard, clutterbomb mess of a house with my parents, sister, and our own private zoo. I thought it would be a good idea to get fire protection (in the form of Jiffy POP). It was a good idea because my sister fell asleep while cooking something on the stove and the kitchen caught fire. POP POP extinguisher!
My parents had a sense of humor. When my younger sister was born, they told her they had found her under a rock in the desert and they brought her home and she grew into the little girl she was now. When she went to kindergarten the teacher asked where each child had come from. My sister told her what my parents had said. Needless to say, the school requested a meeting.
Recently, my sister (who is 23) asked me if baby kangaroos are called wombats. After I corrected her, I went to my mom's laughing hysterically. When I told her the story she just sat there looking blank and said "Aren't they?" This is the same sister who believes turn signals are just a courtesy. Oh, and my brother is convinced he win in a fight with a wolf (he's 28).
When I was in the 4th grade, I came home one day with an itchy bump on the side of my face. I showed it to my mom & she told me it was from drinking too much milk(??). Of course it turned out to be chicken pox & I missed school for a week & a half. My sister laughed at my pain daily until she caught it & had to miss the school's carnival day.
My sister was difficult, one of my first memories was her biting me but a particularly bad time was when she was about ten and decided to scale the house with her blankets tied together so she could run away . She then anchored everything down to her bed. my parents luckily stoped her and informed her that if she ran away at this age she would probably become a prostitute.
My whole childhood, my dad had me convinced that I didn't like Reese's Cups. He would take them out of my Halloween candy every year. I tried one when I was 13 and discovered that I love Reese's Cups! My dad is a sneaky, manipulative candy thief! Growing up, every time I cried, my older sister and older brother would clap and shout, "She gets an Emmy"! I rarely cry now.
My cousins moved into a house where homeless people had lived. For a couple of years, anyone who visited that house would break out with pus-filled bumps. A small bug would grow underneath the skin. The doctor would have to cut the skin and pop the blister. No insurance meant my mom was our MD. She would make us bathe in dog soap. It sucked, but it worked!
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!
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