Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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My dad's a joker;One of my most distinct childhood memories comes from when I was about six or so. There I was, sitting on the toilet, merrily pooing away, when my dad bursts in. My dad then proceeds to push down on my head so I go down into the bowl, with my legs stuck up in the air, and flushes the toilet.
I can really vividly remember looking up at his grinning face whilst I pleaded away, him laughing all the while. He laughs when I remind him of this incident now, and freely admits doing it for his own personal amusement.
This is the same man who'd pick me up upside down, trapping my arms, and lower me down head first towards the toilet bowl, much to my screaming displeasure and his own amusement, though he claims not to remember that.
(, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 13:25, Reply)
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