Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
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My sister was a real sissy, she was kind of a hypochondriac. We're at a friend's house and my sister falls from the monkey bars and cried and cried...my mom kept telling her to stop being silly and it can't possibly hurt that much. It took her a couple of days, but she did eventually take my sister to the hospital, where it was discovered she had a BROKEN ARM! ha ha
One of my older brothers and I wanted to play chicken by throwing his darts at each other's feet. Whoever could get the dart the closest to the other person's feet, without touching their feet wins. My brother was pretty good, but it was my turn. I threw the dart and it accidentally landed right on my brother's foot and stuck. I yelled "You win!"
My husband is one of 5 rural Kansas kids. His dad use to get drunk and hop on the riding lawn mower. He would mow the areas at the edge of the lawn he had allowed to grow up around the junk that had accumulated. The kids would all scatter and run for the house, because one time he hit a piece of junk and broke the blade off and sent it flying just missing one of them.
My sister is really creative and likes to make a variety of art projects. She took home the lobster tail from her Red Lobster dinner, cleaned it out, and mounted it on the wall like a dear head. She later bought crabs at Walmart, and, after eating them, cleaned them and stuffed them with cotton balls. Both of these art projects decorated the bathroom for over a year.
Once when my parents were out, my older sisters and I got into a HUGE water war. It started with doing the dishes together & escalated into pans of water being thrown, hoses being sprayed though the windows, buckets filled from the pool... We got it all cleaned up & would have gotten away w/ it, except our parents noticed the water dripping from the ceiling.
My brother got his fringe cut in a high bowl shape. I naturally wanted the same, so he cut mine for me. Then, my younger sister wanted what I had, so he cut hers, too. That's how my mum found us in the kitchen, all with high bowl fringes. Mum then cut hers the same because she thought people would think she was a horrible parent for making her kids look like hillbillies.
When I was younger, my sister and my mom had the most awkward game. At totally random times, they would go around pulling each others pants down to the floor and proceed to yell, "PANTSED!" It was truly strange, especially when they developed a point system and it became a serious competition! Unfortunately, even I was dragged into the madness sometimes!
My brother and I were dog sitting for the neighbors. Knowing my brother was afraid of their dog, I started running through their house screaming bloody murder, which got the dog chasing me for real. My brother freaked as I ran towards him and slammed the door in my face, which I knocked right off all of its hinges and onto my brother.
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