Tell us a tale of when you were a kid and HORRIFIED your Mom.

[Blue-Jay]

Anecdote 1:

I was probably 10 years old. I read a story in the local newspaper (yes, I liked to read the newspaper when I was 10...). So there was a story in the paper about how earthworms were edible, tasty, and healthy.

So I went out and dug up a bunch of worms. I washed them off, and fried them with salt & pepper and some Crisco in her favorite pan. To be honest, they tasted OK even though the insides were probably still full of dirt and worm-poop.

Mom came home and was truly horrified.

If I had to do it again, I'd probably add some lemon pepper, olive oil, & garlic.

[UndertheOcean]

1. poor mom ! yuck .

[Blue-Jay]

2. Honestly, aside from being burned, the worms tasted OK.

[Swede]

3. Mom got my oldest brother a bow and arrow set.

My brothers and cousins would lay on the ground and one of us would shoot an arrow into the air. It would disappear,it would come out of the sky,you'd move and thunk,the arrow slammed into the ground.

Yeah,mom was none too pleased.

[Blue-Jay]

4. Holy crap. We did that too! I'd nearly forgotten about that.

It's hard to believe that me, my brother, or my uncle didn't die.

We used to shoot an arrow straight up, and see who come come closest to killing ourselves as the arrow returned to earth. The fact that none of us died is probably an aberration. We also drank out of the hose.

[XemaSab]

35. Shit, I still drink out of the hose

Drinking out of puddles on the ground is something I no longer do, however. :D

[Ikonoklast]

5. It was a Saturday in the summer, I was six years old.

In back of our house was a ten-acre woods, adjacent to a forty acre field, and all of us kids roamed all over it.

That morning we were all out playing, and I was running alongside a stream, tripped on a tree root, falling with my arms outstretched to break my fall.

There was a broken Pepsi bottle, with the jagged edge sitting upright, and my right wrist fell directly on it, nearly severing my right hand. Blood spurted like a fountain...I mean it shot three feet in the air.

I grabbed my hand in my shirt, trying to stop the bleeding, and ran screaming back to the house, tearing through the kitchen door, all muddy and bloody. My mother started yelling at me, as Saturday was cleaning day, and she had just waxed the kitchen floor, and I was getting it filthy dirty again.

I showed her my hand, and blood started jetting from the wound. It actually splashed her in the face.

If you've never actually seen a person turn gray in front of your eyes, believe them when they tell you it does happen.

Happened nearly fifty years ago, and the damn thing still aches once in a while.

[Blue-Jay]

10. It's amazing that some of us are still alive.

[UndertheOcean]

6. It is a Muslim tradition to slaughter a sheep every year at a Religious Holiday called "Al-Adhay"

so , the story goes like this :

My (then 6 and 4 years old ) uncle and aunt , after witnessing the slaughter , which is an offering to God , decided to do a reenactment ... My HORRIFIED grandmother discovered them hiding in the closet , with a knife in my uncle's hand , rubbing (with the dull side thank god) on his sister's neck while complaining : "why are you not dying" , and she's replying with "I don't know".

I think my grandmother had a few early white hairs because of this.

[badgerpup]

7. Wasn't really a kid...

...early 20's in fact.

Mom's car was down, and she asked me to take her somewhere. OK, no problem.

My beloved, reliable beat-up '68 Dodge Dart didn't have a working gas gauge...I'd judge the amount of gas by 'bumping' the car with me hip (anybody remember 'The Bump' dance?) and listening to the 'slosh' and gauge from that how much gas there was.

Forgot to do that this time and ran out of gas...:yoiks:
and being still not the most responsible person on the planet, I didn't have AAA (and this was waaay before cel phones were invented).

Mom was a bit upset; she was a planner, an organizer and this sort of stuff DID NOT HAPPEN on her watch.
"So now what are you gonna do?"

"Don't worry, I've got a gas can in the trunk...c'mon."
Grabbed the gas can, turned to face oncoming traffic and stuck out my thumb.

Mom was appalled...especially when I told her "Don't worry, Mom...we'll be fine, we'll get a ride. I've got good car-karma."
"What do you mean, 'good car-karma'?"
"I pick up hitchhikers,:wow: so we'll get a ride. Trust me."

We did get a ride...very nice gentleman took us to the gas station, and then brought us back to the car.

Had to reassure Mom that running out of gas was NOT a regular occurance...nor was hitch-hiking.
Gotta say, she weathered the 'adventure' well though...

In my little universe, you assisted folks on the road and gave hitchhikers a lift (if you had backup and they didn't look too scary).
Figured I might need assistance sometime, so it was incumbent upon me to render it to others when they needed it.

Does that make sense?

[spinbaby]

8. That could have killed you!

All those trans fats in the Crisco!

[S n o w b a l l]

9. Probably when I brought home a 4' boa constrictor as a pet

she got over it though and let me keep it. I had it for about 8 years.

[Blue-Jay]

11. I caught a garter snake. Didn't know that she was pregnant*.

All the little snakes hatched and roamed the house for a month or so.

*gravid

[S n o w b a l l]

17. Haha! ooops! That would kinda freak me out.

Reminds me of when I broke off a huge nest of bagworms to take for show and tell. They hatched overnight and there were hairy worms crawling all over the patio and side of the house.

[charlie and algernon]

21. LOL! I had a foot+ long garter snake escape from a cage in my room

I had two snakes at the time, the garter, and a green snake. Apparently I didn't close the lid completely before going to school and so when I got home, the Green snake was still there but the garter was no where to be seen. My mom freaked the hell out and we must've torn through every inch of the house about 10 times over the next week. LOL!

Never did find that snake though!

[XemaSab]

36. There's nothing worse than telling your roommates

"If you see a snake roaming around...." :o

[backwoodsbob]

58. our feral rescue once brought a 3 foot black snake in..

alive. She got bored and left it for me to deal with...the wife was none too pleased

[murielm99]

27. OMG, I did that too!

I put my snake in the top drawer of my dresser in a little box. The next day there were new little snakes all over my room. I think it took the rest of the summer to round up all the little snakes.

My mom was pissed.

[Blue-Jay]

32. My cousin Bev did the same thing with a house-mouse.

She caught a pregnant one, and kept it in an old bird cage. After the babies were weened, they slipped through the bars and buggered off. Sadly, a few of them got caught in traps. The mom stuck around for two years and finally just died. It was a sad day.

But yeah, my aunt was pissed when she saw those little babies running around the house.

[one_voice]

12. I guess that would have been...

when I was seven I was hit by a car right in front of our house while she watched (a car passed a double parked oil truck and no one saw it until it was too late). I was thrown 12 feet, and when she got to me I was unconscience, blood coming out of my mouth and the back of my head (where I busted it open). She's a nurse and all she could remember was to keep me warm. Luckily we lived right around the corner from the hospital.

It was a Catholic hospital and my mom worked there. I broke my leg in a very weird way and the doctor was trying to straighten it out, without sedation and apparently I dropped the f-bomb a few times and called him names. He told my mom I needed my mouth washed out with soap. The nun that was in the room with us, told my mom, she would have said worse if it had been her.

There are many horrifying stories from my family, I have three brothers and one sister. My brothers used to shoot each other with bb guns, staple guns, throw darts at each other all kinds of crazy stuff.

They put my little sister in the dryer and turned it on. It's a wonder my mom and dad survived us.

[Blue-Jay]

13. Ha!

Kids don't know what they're missing.

[MiddleFingerMom]

14. I was not old enough to climb out of a crib...

.
.
...so when my parents (literal Depression babies) came in to tuck me
in and say goodnight and saw me GONE...
.
.
...their immediate thought was, "OMG!!! LINDBERGH BABY!!!!"
.
.
They called the police, and the cops' calmer heads prevailed and they did
a top-to-bottom search of the house, eventually finding me downstairs(?!?!)
curled up and fast asleep behind a couch.
.
.
Shortly before she died at the age of 81 (the day after 9/11), she swore me
to secrecy... and told me that out of all four of her children, I was always
BY FAR the imdisputable MOST trouble...
.
.
...and also her favorite.
.
.
Damn good thing, as it's certainly the only reason she didn't kill me a
gazillion brazillion times as I was growing up (so to speak).
.

[carlyhippy]

15. walking into a room full of company proudly sporting what I thought was a large bandaid LOL

it was a feminine product......I was very small

[Blue-Jay]

16. I would PAY to see photos of that.

too funny!

[rurallib]

18. when my mother looked out the window and saw me engulfed in flames

after my brothers threw gas on me and lit me on fire. Thank goodness she could run.

[Blue-Jay]

20. Damn!

I did some stupid crazy stuff, but I was never doused with fuel and set on fire.

[rurallib]

22. being a little brother can be hazardous to your health.

Oddly they never broke any bones. Gashes, cuts, a tickle of electricity. I was like their guinea pig.

[Blue-Jay]

23. Tell me about it. I was the youngest.

[one_voice]

26. or a little sister...

My brothers had to watch my little sister once while my mom and me went to the grocery store. They wanted to play football but didn't want to take her with them. My sister was/is a little tiny thing, she always had to wear belts with her pants, so they loosened the belt and hung her from a door knob and left her there while they played football.

They didn't make it back before my mom got home, she walked in and there my sister was, hanging from the door knob crying.

Boy did my brothers get it that day.

Mind you this is the same sister they put in the dryer, closed the door and turned it on. Thank goodness my mom heard her screaming and got her out.

They'd shoot both of us from the window, with bb guns if we were outside.

Hard to believe one of my brothers ended up being a cop.

[Blue-Jay]

19. Anecdote 2: Hopping the train.

As a kid, I lived on the edge of town; close to a golf course, and near a common railroad route.

I used to hop on a freight train, ride it into the middle of town, visit my grandmother who lived downtown, and hop another train back home.

I can't actually say that Mom was horrified, because she still doesn't know that I used to do that, and Gramma took that secret to her grave.

[S n o w b a l l]

39. Awwww....that's a great story :)

[Canuckistanian]

24. Playing behind the garage with my friend

We were breaking pop bottles (strictly verboten). My friend swung his bottle and struck me in the head, accidentally. Bottle broke, blood eveywhere, needed 5 stitches.

Ensuing freak-out from mom.

The next day, my friend and I were playing again.

[tango-tee]

25. I must have been about four or five years old

and we were on our Sunday afternoon walk. Mom, Dad, me. Those Sunday walks were always along this beautiful old canal, and then we'd cross a bridge to get to a small village with its Gasthaus, where Dad would drink a nice mug of beer, Mom would have coffee and cake and I'd get ice cream.

Well, my parents were ahead of me a bit, holding hands and talking to each other, when I decided to climb onto the railing of the bridge and balance to the other side. I was nearly halfway across when Mom turned around and freaked.

It could also have been the time when we visited relatives in the country (again, it must have been around age four of five), and I was strictly forbidden to go anywhere near the bull, because he was dangerous. That immediately made me feel sorry for the bull. He didn't LOOK dangerous, to me he looked so SAD, and I thought people were being mean. So I went and gathered grass and flowers, got into his pen and started feeding him. All went well, I returned to the house and told everyone how they had misunderstood the poor bull.

[tigereye]

73. wow- had you seen Ferdinand the Bull too many times?

:) You are lucky, eh?

[mcctatas]

28. mostly, the opposite was true...

I wanted nothing more than to be an boring, "normal", girl but when your parents are hippies, that is pretty much not going to happen :P I remember walking into a restaurant when we were camping in Estes Park CO (I was probably about 7) and some little bastard looks at us and says "LOOK MOM! They're pilgrims"

dad:


mom:


me (failing miserably at normal all on my own ;) )

[orleans]

31. i love those pictures--especially the one of your mom and her dress! n/t

[Blue-Jay]

33. Awesome pics!

I missed the whole hippie-thing.

[tigereye]

74. ah, your dad looks like a lot of my old and current friends!

you gotta love a guy with a Wittgenstein t-shirt! :rofl:



My parents were Catholics from the silent generation, but they were pretty liberal and tolerant as it turned out.

[Duer 157099]

29. I don't know why but my mom was never horrified by the things that would now horrify me

If my son did one tenth the things I did when I was a kid, I would already be dead from a stroke or heart attack. I think our parents generation were tougher or something, or maybe they just didn't care about us that much (lol! kidding!).

I would FREAK the hell out, for example, if my son walked through a plate glass window (TWICE!) or came home with a rusty nail embedded in his foot.

:sigh: memories

[Blue-Jay]

34. No kidding.

We used to throw Jarts at each other. I stuck one in my neighbor's leg. He cried for a while, but his parents patched him up and sent him back out.

[SeattleGirl]

30. Three stories:

Mom had taken me downtown when I was about 4 years old. We did our shopping and got back into the car. The day was very warm, so mom had all the car windows down. I was looking out the window, when a rather large woman wearing a bright red coat walked by the car. I said, VERY loudly, "Mom! Lookit that lady! She's really FAT!" My mother was absolutely horrified (I'm horrified just now thinking about what I said).....

Another time, same year, mom and I were out shopping again. She had to use the restroom of the department store we were in, so being only 4, she took me into the stall with her. And I said, (again rather loudly), "Mom, why do you have hair THERE?" OMG! There were other women in the restroom, and mom could hear them trying to stifle their giggles. I think we stayed in that stall for 20 minutes.....

This one is about one of my brothers and one of my sisters. They were about 3 and 5. I was in school by then. The kids were outside playing, and there were a lot of tree frogs in the area in the back of the house. Mom had made fish and chips for lunch for them, and had left the deep fryer out on the counter so the grease could cool off. Later in the afternoon she went to put the fryer away, and there in the grease, were 3 little tree frogs, all crispied up. My siblings, not understanding it was grease in there, had put the frogs in there to watch them swim.....

[XemaSab]

37. All of the things I did that would horrify my mom

she never, ever learned about. :)

[S n o w b a l l]

38. Oh, I remember another one...

I brought my black boyfriend home to introduce them. This was in 1972.

After kicking me out of the house and about 10 years later, she accepted the fact that she couldn't tell me who to date or what to with my life. Times change fortunately.

She's in the middle. :) And I love her beyond all imagination.

[Blue-Jay]

41. What a great photo!

Your mom looks like she's having a blast.

[distantearlywarning]

40. I was about 3 years old or so.

Mom was trying to get me ready to go somewhere, and I had to have my hair brushed. I was a particularly willful child, and on this occasion decided that for whatever reason I wasn't going to have my hair brushed. I ran away from her and promptly tripped and fell, catching my chin on a wooden chair on the way down, which caused me to bite right through my tongue and bottom lip. I started screaming, there was blood everywhere, and we lived way out in the country, so poor mom then had to drive both of us 20 miles to the nearest emergency room. The doctor said I'd be just fine with a few stitches and then prescribed aspirin "for mother". :D

It all just went downhill from there.

I spent a large part of my childhood in the principal's office (typically for fighting...did I mention I'm female?), and my mother was particularly embarrassed by this because she was a teacher at the same school. She told me later that she used to just cringe when she'd have to walk down the hall where the principal's office was, because she never knew if I'd be sitting out there in the hall waiting to see him.

I think my teenage years aged my parents more than anything else - and that was the stuff they knew about. (For one thing, I was kicked out of high school following my sophomore year.) There are other things they don't know about that time, some of which I think would stress them out so much today that I'll probably never tell them (and I'm now 35).

[TheMightyFavog]

42. I was going to Green Bay for a doctor's appointment when I was 11 or 12....

It was the early 90s, and Adam Sandler was BIG. I had saved up my money and bought a copy of his album They're All Going To Laugh At You!. My mom was goin int the fabric store, and rather than be bored out of my skull for the beeter part of an hour, I elected to stay in the car. I had the tape in my walkman and about five minutes later, the battery died. Well, My Mom had left the keys in the ignition so I could listen to the radio, so I just took out the tape and popped it into the old Ford Tempo's tape deck.

I was really into the tape when mom was almost at the car. In my hurry, I forgot to take the tape out of the deck. When my mom turned on the car, the tape was stopped at one of the "buffoon" bits. The first thing that came over the speakers when she turned on the ignition was "Fuckin' Shit!".

She took the tape away from me and I ended up having to save up to buy an new tape.

[Blue-Jay]

51. I used to own that cassette.

I have to admit; I still laugh at dick and/or poop-jokes.

I remember the bit that you're referencing. "I had diarhea last month. I had to shit all fucking day!"

[TheMightyFavog]

64. I used to be able to recite the severe beatings, the buffon bits, and toll booth willie...

VERBATIM.

[blue neen]

43. It would probably be the time I ate the chocolate Ex-Lax

and then talked my little brother into having some, too. I was about 5, and he was 4. Mom had told us to stay out of it and had hidden it in the highest cabinet, on the highest shelf, way in the back. Of course, I climbed up and retrieved it.

Hey, it looked like candy! OH, what a day that was. :)

[Call Me Wesley]

44. The night I shot her on her birthday?

:shrug:

[Blue-Jay]

46. Nature or Nurture?

[Call Me Wesley]

53. I don't understand.

I just shot my mom. There's nothing deep about it. It just happened. All you need is a loaded gun and a mother. It's pretty simple. But nurture was not a predominant factor in 'I shot my mom on her birthday.'

It was an accident!

[Blue-Jay]

54. My friend, you have just penned some awesome lyrics.

I just shot my mom.
There's nothing deep about it.
It just happened. (it just happened)
It just happened.

All you need is a loaded gun.
And a mother.
It's pretty simple. (it just happened)
It's pretty simple.

Nuture? (nurture...)
Was not a factor. (not a factor)
Birthday? (birthday...)
Was not a factor. (not a factor)

I shot my mom.
On her birthday! (birthday)
I shot my mom. (on her birthday)
It was an accident! (on her birthday)

SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!

AcciDENT!.......... (shot shot shot shot shot...)

SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!

BIRTHdaaaaaay!.......(shot shot shot shot shot...)

was it nurture? was it nurture? was it nurture?......*repeat & fade*

------------------------------------------------------------------------

I couldn't figure out how to work "predominant" in there.

[Call Me Wesley]

55. That'll be awesome with bagpipes!

'Predominant' we can work in:

I just shot my mom.
There's nothing deep about it.
It just happened. (it just happened)
It just happened.

All you need is a loaded gun.
And a mother.
It's pretty simple. (it just happened)
It's pretty simple.

Nuture? (nurture...)
Was not a factor. (not a factor)
Birthday? (birthday...)
Was not a factor. (not a factor)

I shot my mom.
On her birthday! (birthday)
I shot my mom. (on her birthday)
It was an accident! (on her birthday)

SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!

AcciDENT!.......... (shot shot shot shot shot...)

SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!

BIRTHdaaaaaay!.......(shot shot shot shot shot...)

PREDOMINANT! PREDOMINANT! ÄSSMODE!

was it nurture? was it nurture? was it nurture?......*repeat & fade*

[Blue-Jay]

56. That might not work with pipes. I was thinking more like rock/punk.

Then again, that sort of unholy union sometimes works:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d5a9qVgEgU&feature=related

[Call Me Wesley]

57. Oh my.

Note to self: Turn loudspeakers down when clicking on youtube-links, especially when you have a Mac!

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ... :rofl:

[Blue-Jay]

61. Saw those guys live near Barrie, Ontario many years ago.

It was a sweaty drunken mess.

[tigereye]

76. bagpipe punk!

[tigereye]

75. ah!

:rofl:

[cherish44]

45. my friend and I found an 800 number where you could call and get a free copy of the Book of Mormon

so we proceeded to send everyone we knew a Book of Mormon and multiple copies to ourselves under fake names, you know the whole "Seymour Butts" "Hugh Jass" "Ima Hogg" etc...for a long time they kept sending them, it was a laugh riot...until one day....
A couple of Mormons came to my house when I was at school and told my mom that they had been receiving a lot of requests for copies of the Book of Mormon from this address and one other address in town. She had to apologize for her rotten little shit of a daughter and was embarrassed to high heaven. (They did offer to pray with her though, so that was nice). Oh and by the way they did stop at my friend's house too but of course her parents weren't home so it was SCOTT FREE for her, yep. Meanwhile my disrespectful ass got grounded from the phone for a month. Ugh you think my parents would have raised me better! lol...(I was junior high age in case you were curious, a terrible age, I know because I have one of my own now..hehe)

[Blue-Jay]

47. I did a similar thing, only with the "Maharishi Institute".

They never visited my college dorm, however.

[cherish44]

49. oh yes the Maharishi Institute!

We would call their number, they had an answering machine so we'd leave all kinds of zany messages..."Can sheep join?" "Can you get me Paul McCartney's autograph", "Your 500 pound order of ground beef will be shipped immediately". Seriously we had a problem....I hate to think the trouble we would have gotten into if computers had been around!

[Blue-Jay]

50. My college roomie got even with me.

He sent my info to some place that did studies about bed-wetting. I'm still amazed at the frequency/amount of correspondence that they sent, requesting that I participate in their "pissing the bed" experiment.

An aside: He called me the other night, and we talked for nearly three hours. He's still my best friend, even though we only talk once a year, and only see each other in person every five years or so.

[tilsammans]

48. It would take less time . . .

. . . if I told you what I did that DIDN'T horrify my mother.

:rofl:

[mix]

52. Nothing fazed the woman, and I was a crazy bad kid. nt

[backwoodsbob]

59. tonka toys

we had steel tonka toys as kids and being kids my brother and I decided to beat the crap out of each other with them.

My dad took me and my mom took my brother to keep us apart....like 30 stitches between us

[Blue-Jay]

60. Did you have the bulldozer/front end loader?

That thing was so big that I could sit on it and ride it around the house. I don't think I ever used it as a weapon.

[backwoodsbob]

62. thats the one I loved to hit him with

had the little cord you could wind to raise and lower the blade.

I hit my brother so hard with that one I thought I killed him..and at the time I intended to

[Sen. Walter Sobchak]

63. I knocked a hole in the wall,

attempting to re-create Mr. Rogers trolley.

[pokerfan]

65. Bringing a snake into the house

I had it coiled around my wrist and she thought it was piece of costume jewelry she owned. That was until she saw its tongue flick out... Then it was like I had committed some kind of faux pas. Sheesh!

[tigereye]

66. he he !

you crack me up! :rofl:

[Chan790]

67. Probably the day I walked around the house naked.

I was 10 and my parents were remodeling the house so I had to sleep in my brother's room which is on the other side of the house (in the "you can't get there from here" sense; replacing a section of floor too.) because my bedroom was short an exterior wall. I wake up on Sunday morning and all my clothes are back in my room. I'm naked so I go down the stairs and out the back door and walk around the perimeter of the house, in the front door and around the corner to cut across the kitchen towards the stairs...and discover that my mother is having a brunch to show off the brand-new kitchen and dining room for the entire extended family...like 20 people. I'm already committed to this course of action so I wade across the breach and continue right on up the stairs to a hushed silence.

[applegrove]

68. When I was a kid at the cottage every time a bird flew into the window we used to take

the stunned/injured bird to my mother (because she was a doctor). I found out later she was terrified of birds.

[noamnety]

69. Maybe when I was in middle school

thawing out some things I'd put in the freezer. Turns out moms don't like to hear: "Mom! How long does it take a rat to defrost?!!"

[csziggy]

70. After Hurricane Donna Mom's prize pecan tree died

Even though they had tried for years to save it after it was blown over in the storm - got it pulled back up and supported with guy wires. My parents hired a guy to cut the tree up and burn the wood. He spent several days at it while we kids were at school, then watched what was left of the fire all day Saturday. By then we were all intrigued, but he left late enough that we did not go check out the remains that evening.

I woke up early Sunday and went out in my slippers to look. I stepped in what I thought were ashes - it was a deep bed of red hot coals. Because of the soles and shape of the shoes only the top of my foot was burned - the coals stuck to the skin and continued to burn until I ran the hose over it. I tried to hide it from my parents, but Mom took one look at the charred top of my foot and freaked. That was not the most horrified moment, though.

It took a few months of healing but I finally could go without bandages on that foot. Within a week, a kid in line in front of me, who had been dancing around, stepped on that foot and pulled all the new skin off the surface. I was taken to the school office where the nurse absolutely would have nothing to do with trying to wrap or treat the foot which was leaking blood from the entire upper surface of the foot. So they called Mom to come pick me up.

I remember sitting in the office watching my shoe fill with blood and the blood getting onto the floor. Mom got there and was appalled and horrified. Nothing happened that day, Mom took me straight to the doctor for treatment, but later she went in and apparently had a knock down drag out session with the school principal and the nurse. The school issued new guidelines for the nurses at that point.

Before she finally gave up her license, Mom was a RN - she expected better from a fellow nurse.

[Digit]

71. Nothing too serious for a girl, but....

The time I brought home a branch of a mulberry tree with a tent catepillar thingie attached, but not "quite" ready to hatch...that was until I brought it into the house.

Then there was the time when she went to clean out my closet and found a wild baby rabbit.

Or the time I was sent home from school for bringing a snake for "show and tell" which bit a girl.
They didn't know if it was poisonous or not so they took her to the hospital. (well damn, I told my classmate not to reach in the box!)

My mother was NOT pleased with me on any of these occasions.

My mom put up with a bunch of wild crap from me, I sure do miss her.

[Roon]

72. There was a mentally challenged man that lived on our block

he used to flash me and I never said a word about it until I told my Mother one night. She FREAKED out and called the police. That is the most horrified I made my Mom.

[tigereye]

77. mom was pretty much unfazed by things after raising 5 of us -

trees falling down in the backyard, police visits after my one brother and his buddies stole someone's Christmas creche figures, what is now referred to as "that fire the Boy Scouts set, "brother #2 and his buddies threw all the local pool furniture in the pool after hours, another brother in trouble for holding someone's bag of speeders in the middle school bathroom. (still shocking that that was happening in a middle school in the early 80s, though.)

When I was in high school, it was a regular occurrence for me to go to the door and yell "mom, the police are here!" :rofl: (about something my brothers had done or were suspected of doing) luckily there were never any major consequences.


Mom and dad let my sister's and my high school boyfriends sleep on the porch, various kids from the town were always talking to mom in the kitchen. It was a regular drop-in center for kids of all ages. I guess I was fortunate in some ways that they never really flipped out about much and were pretty supportive. Everyone seemed to turn out ok, in the long run. :)


OTOH my husband tells me stories about his mom having to run his brother to the ER after he had played Superman and dived through a glass door. yikes.

[blueamy66]

78. I was an angel child

My brother, on the other hand, wasn't.

He and his best friend both jumped off the roof of the house, playing Starsky and Hutch, and broke bones....my brother - his arm....his friend - his leg.

I still laugh about that.