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 can see the funny side now.My mum's always told me stories that were, sorta verging on a bit harsh, and being a gullible little kid, I believed them for years. This is the best one though.
Dad's in the Army, so we did a fair bit of travelling about, but mostly to Germany.
In the car once driving from England to Germany, we had a puncture that was making a fairly significant amount of noise. Me, less than 5 at the time, asked my Mum what the noise was, to which she replied 'It's the soldiers shooting at us, keep your head down'. I remember clear as day hiding, terrified, in the rear foot well ALL the fucking way there!
Pretty appalling, but I can understand now how it might've been funny for them at the time! :)
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dub-girl, Fri 17 Aug 2007, 21:50,
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