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Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
Share a quick and funny story from your
childhood (or parenthood) that makes
you wonder just how you all survived.
Read other crazy family experiences and vote on your favorites below.
Submit Another StoryMy family used to spend every weekend of the summer on the river when I was young. After a long day on the river, as we were heading back in, the boat motor hit something submerged in the water and sent the boat sideways. Some how I was thrown from the boat. After swimming back to the boat dad had to throw me back to keep me from getting sucked in to the motor.
Coming back from Yellowstone my mother told my brother, sister and I to eat everything in the campers refrigerator. Instead we tried to see if we could throw it under the moving truck hard enough to come out in front of the rig. To do this we opened the window in the back door of the camper leaned out and hurled whatever we could find under the truck. They never knew!
It was the summer of '83.Our parents had decided to take a road trip in a slighty used Cadillac, to Arizona to see my aunt then head north to Reno and then back home to Kentucky. On the way home we stayed over night in Colorado. Back on the road for about 3 hrs our rear tire under the gas tank was on fire going down the road. Everybody was honking and pointing. TRUE STORY!
My family and I were going to Orlando to spend our vacations, but when we were doing our check in at the airport we discovered that we couldn't travel to Orlando. So my mom sad "No I am already at this airport so i am traveling." Then she, in the same day, brought tickets so we could go to London and made reservation in a hotel. That same day we went to London.
On a road trip with my uncle and my newly-divorced mom, my uncle thought passing gas was funny so he did it A LOT. It was awful so I complained loudly. Fart, complain, fart, complain, fart, complain. Finally my mom had enough and pulled onto the shoulder of the busy freeway, made us get out, and she drove away. She drove quite a while before coming back to get us.
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