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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Mine Is Tamer...Hoya!
Well, compared to many others there, it is almost funny...
When I was a kid, I loved farm gear; actually, I wanted to be a farmer. I had many of those wonderful toys made by Britains (GREAT toys! Loved 'em!).
I also have a younger brother, who is 9 years younger than me.
Everytime he got hold of my toys, they were broken, thrashed, destroyed (the same goes for books...).
I had this wonderful New Holland combine harvester and he wanted to play with it. Since Britains toys are relatively fragile, I didn't want him to play with it, out of safety...
My dad told me to lend it to my brother.
I refused.
He told me a ouple times more.
I kept on refusing.
Then he grabbed the combine harvester and violently smashed it to pieces onto the ground.
I cried for an hour.
Still to this day, I resent him for that.
Be funky
M A D
(, Mon 20 Aug 2007, 19:25, Reply)
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