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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Dead gerbils and CalpolMy parents on the whole were alright. I did have to see a psychologist when I was 5 though for treatment of a doctor/dentist/hospital/pretty much anything medical-related phobia and being that young you have to wonder what caused it...
Since becoming a bit older though some truths are becoming more apparant. I was told at 16 that to get me and my sister to shut up as kids my mum gave us Calpol because it caused drowsiness.
At 18, my mum confessed that my beloved gerbils Sooty and Sweep did not die of old age. One of them escaped and got behind the sofa. Mum then ran the sofa over it trying to catch it and replaced the slightly squashed gerbil back in it's cage so I could see the furry little corpse and swallow her 'old age' story. Seems the second then died of loneliness.
On my 21st birthday it was revealed to me that I'm Jewish. Not that I have anything against the Jews, but why wait 21 years to tell me? Obviously we are not practising the faith.
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