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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I was a reluctant cub scoutMy Dad had been a cub scout leader before I was born, and he was so determined that I would join the cubs too that my name was down on the list ages before I was old enough.
When the time came and I was 7 years old he announced we were going to cubs for my first night.
I locked myself in the bathroom. My Dad had me under one arm and I held tight to the door frame. He had to tug so hard that the wooden architrave actually broke and came away in my hands.
Great one Dad, encourage me to go somewhere by manhandling me out of my own house in a flood of tears.
I hated it and suspect the pack leader was a nonce.
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