After that
I started choking on a boiled sweet in the car.
Dad dragged me out of the back of the car via the front passenger seat, ripping open my leg where there was new skin-growth after I'd burnt my leg when my trousers had gone on fire (from walking into a blowtorch).
The boiled sweet was lodged, so there was my dad, at the side of a leafy road in North Wales, punching a child in the back and swearing. The child being naked from the waist down due to the mother causing her to piss all over herself in a Rhyl public toilet. The mother sitting in the car with her fingers in her ears shouting "Is she dead??"

They were a bad few months for me, all-in-all.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 17 May 2010, 11:05, 3 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I don't know where to start....

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 17 May 2010, 11:10, Reply)

My dad was always saving my life, and for that I'm grateful
yet I can't help but suspect that he wouldn't have had to do that if it weren't for their parental negligence in the first place.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 17 May 2010, 11:12, Reply)

Officelol.

( girlinthehole, Mon 17 May 2010, 11:11, Reply)

Hahaha!
I actually love you, Roota.
(Applebite Uh! A cow!, Mon 17 May 2010, 11:21, Reply)

Back atcha, Manzanita
It's all true, and that is the abridged version...
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 17 May 2010, 11:36, Reply)