Family stories

CaptainFantastic00
CaptainFantastic00 Posts: 4,619 Member
edited November 2024 in Chit-Chat
Obviously pictures and names are unnecessary.

Come in here and tell is a story about one of your favorite family members!

Aunts, cousins, kids, spouse, siblings?

Let's hear them

Try to keep it positive
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  • CaptainFantastic00
    CaptainFantastic00 Posts: 4,619 Member
    newmeadow wrote: »
    When I was in 7th grade my family went to brunch and didn't invite me. And told me the key was under the mat by the backdoor so I could let myself back in if I went outside. And I did. But it wasn't.

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  • JeromeBarry1
    JeromeBarry1 Posts: 10,179 Member
    When my sister was 12 she tried to kill my mother, but failed to rip mom's jugular out. She left a mark. When mom died many years later, she paid a ghostly visit to my sister. #MomWins.


  • mybfisred
    mybfisred Posts: 1,388 Member
    Ever since I can remember my family has always told random people that I was left on their front door step...i have 7 brothers and 2 sisters...it got to be at a point they would also tell people I was left on the doorstep...we'd always laugh at this "family joke" ...but one day as a teen i did search for "proof" adoption papers or something :D
  • mybfisred
    mybfisred Posts: 1,388 Member
    One time i was baby sitting my younger brothers ...i stepped out of the room for a few minutes ...when I returned they took one of those Costco sized cinnamon containers and dumbed it on the brand new carpet and were taking their toy cars and trucks through the "dirt hills" ...haha

    I've got tons of stories...lol I'll stop with that one
  • CaptainFantastic00
    CaptainFantastic00 Posts: 4,619 Member
    That last one was good! Maybe more positive?
  • poetic_cell
    poetic_cell Posts: 772 Member
    CaptainFantastic00 wrote: »
    Obviously pictures and names are unnecessary.

    Come in here and tell is a story about one of your favorite family members!
    Let me get started!
    CaptainFantastic00 wrote: »
    Try to keep it positive
    Wait. I think I have to go.
  • Versicolour
    Versicolour Posts: 7,164 Member
    edited January 2018
    My sister is my hero. One day in primary school I was waiting for my mom to fetch me and this boy kept pinching me and wouldn't stop. I was almost in tears. My sister (about 8 years old) came out, stormed up to him, grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm up behind his back and said "Don't you ever touch my sister again". He burst into tears and his mother demanded an apology but my sister refused. She said that she was told she must never lie and saying she's sorry would be a lie because she's not!
  • 81Katz
    81Katz Posts: 7,074 Member
    Without divulging too many details (booo, I'm not playing right) but there was a lot of chaos and fighting aka dysfunction in my house growing up. Those memories suck.

    BUT when we had good times, those memories are really good. Sometimes I ask WTH was wrong with all of us?!? :neutral::confused: (lol)
  • slimgirljo15
    slimgirljo15 Posts: 269,456 Member
    When my daughter was about 3 I bought her a little bumblebee umbrella, I don't know why but she stuck the plastic handle in her mouth and it got stuck behind her front teeth.. I still laugh picturing her walking towards me with this umbrella hanging out her mouth, oh and same daughter at about 12 months old was heard kinda spitting and saying yuck in the loungeroom I went in and found black bug legs on her lips and bits in her drool, I have no idea what she ate. :D
  • beaglady
    beaglady Posts: 1,362 Member
    When my son was about three, he had a Fisher Price drum with a lid that came off to store other instruments inside. One morning, hubby and I were downstairs in the living room. Sonny came marching slowly down the stairs, drumming and drumming long solos on each step. Very long solos. When he got to the bottom step, he said “Look!” and pulled the lid off of the drum. Out flew our kitten, who disappeared into hiding for days.
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  • slimgirljo15
    slimgirljo15 Posts: 269,456 Member
    lstrat115 wrote: »
    My siblings are a good deal older than me and at a young age they told me I was adopted. I never let on that I believed them, but until I found my birth certificate I secretly wondered where I had actually come from.

    Reminds me of when my youngest daughter came crying to me because the others told her I got her from an "Awfulage"
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  • Momepro
    Momepro Posts: 1,509 Member
    My neighbors have their 8 year old convinced she's an alien. She believes them, because hee oldee sister really is adopted :p
  • dsboohead
    dsboohead Posts: 1,899 Member
    When my parents were first married in the fifties they went out in the field and pulled wild greens for dinner. About 45 minutes later they got violently ill to the point where it took both of them to drive the car. My dad steered and mom pushed on the gas. They both had to have stomach pumping out sessions. They never ate anything wild again!
  • mybfisred
    mybfisred Posts: 1,388 Member
    After watching a movie I think called the banshee...my dad would lure us outside at night...lock us out...and yell baaaannnsshhhee...the banshee is coming :D my family has a twisted sense of humor
  • Alzzi76
    Alzzi76 Posts: 504 Member
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    CaptainFantastic00 wrote: »
    Obviously pictures and names are unnecessary.

    Come in here and tell is a story about one of your favorite family members!

    Aunts, cousins, kids, spouse, siblings?

    Let's hear them

    Try to keep it positive

    ... don't go there.. no..

    But, nah -but...

    Im here to hear yours..
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    My brother and I are 1 year and 1 month apart in age.

    We fought a lot for a period of time. One day my dad went out and bought us boxing gloves and told us if we were going to fight we should learn how to do it properly.

    I have had 3 black eyes and 2 bloody noses from my brother.
  • KyleGrace8
    KyleGrace8 Posts: 2,205 Member
    One of my favorite memories was being maybe 9-10 and my little brother was 2-ish and he was the cutest little kid with blonde curls. We (me and my siblings) had a camera and asked him to pose and he was putting his head in his hands and doing a good job at being adorable.
  • Vikka_V
    Vikka_V Posts: 9,563 Member
    _barefoot_ wrote: »
    Vikka_V wrote: »
    My brother and I are 1 year and 1 month apart in age.

    We fought a lot for a period of time. One day my dad went out and bought us boxing gloves and told us if we were going to fight we should learn how to do it properly.

    I have had 3 black eyes and 2 bloody noses from my brother.

    WTF .. I am so sorry :/:#

    I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound bad, we just played rough...I thought the boxing gloves was funny
  • BecomingMoreAwesome
    BecomingMoreAwesome Posts: 153 Member
    When I was 7 my parents took in a 2 year old foster kid. The first dinner he ate with us I was bored and poked holes in my (disposable, empty) water cup. Like the lazy kid I was, I left it on the table after dinner. My mother thought it belonged to my foster brother and refilled it for him. He was so excited when he ran to tell her the cup was peeing.
  • CaptainFantastic00
    CaptainFantastic00 Posts: 4,619 Member
    _seahorses5ever wrote: »
    I had to look after my little brother every day when we were younger. There were a bunch of kids my age on our street and almost every day we'd go out on adventures to escape our horrible family lives. I hated having to take my little brother because we wanted to be awesome teenagers and a tag-along midget in a Thomas the tank engine t-shirt didn't always scream "don't mess with us!"

    We made our own stick huts in the woods, spent many hours owning the skate park, found abandoned buildings and told ghost stories, rode our bikes so fast down hills that you kinda thought you'd die, we showed off our amazing smoking skills and mastered the whole teenage angst. Eventually we'd have to go home and I'd have too much responsibility shoved on my young shoulders, but in those moments I was carefree, I could almost taste happiness.

    One day one of the street kids got new roller blades so we all grabbed ours, midget in tow, and went to this old factory that had the best ground outside to skate. There was a creepy house right next to this factory, we'd told stories about this house and the man in it before, he was definitely an axe murderer and he lived alone because he'd murdered his wife and I think his dog was actually a cursed man who also killed children, especially teenagers...

    One of the street kids decided it'd be intelligent to knock on axe murderers door and run away, you know, just to show how brave we all were. I was not prepared for such bravery, I was still half way through taking my skates off when Mr axe murderer wife killer and cursed man-dog came angrily my way, everyone else almost out of sight. I abandoned my skates, grabbed midget boy and we ran as fast as we could, little midget boy turned around and gave the axe murderer a very polite finger signal, I'd never been so proud.

    I miss those skates, I had some really cool irreplaceable stickers on them and my wheels lit up!
    Midget boy is now 6"3 and still finger salutes axe murderers and man-dogs for me.

    Please write a novel just for me
  • CaptainFantastic00
    CaptainFantastic00 Posts: 4,619 Member
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    This is most of the women on my stepdad's side trying to get the little one grandma is holding to look over for a picture
  • poetic_cell
    poetic_cell Posts: 772 Member
    This isn't really a family story, but it's a lovely childhood memory so I'll tell it.
    My best friend at the time and I (we were in elementary school) lied to our parents and went downtown after school. Perhaps it sounds weird when translated into English, but we decided to occupy "Newlyweds" Square. There you can find everything you need to organize a wedding - jewelry shops, fabric stores, hair and makeup salons, nail salons, shoe stores, travel agencies, catering companies and about 10 bridal boutiques. So, that day we went on a search for a perfect wedding dress. We presented ourselves as Martha's Art School students. She's a well-know painter and my friend's sister was one of her students. We told them we had a big project coming up and that our mentor sent us to look for inspiration before we start working on our paintings. Ladies that worked there were pumped and really helped us out. We spent about two hours looking through hundreds of dresses and I remember how I was trying to memorize every detail, pattern, bow. That day was very special. I didn't have the greatest childhood. I grew up with a wrong idea of love and marriage, though, that's a story for some other time.
    My mother never got to wear her wedding dress because my father's mother died in a car accident three weeks prior to their big day. They canceled the ceremony, signed the papers and got married in church. My mother wore an ocean blue skirt and a matching blouse. To this day, I have photos and whenever I look at them, I get sad. My whole life flashes before my eyes. It feels like everything that I am today can be analyzed from a single photograph.
    That being said, that wedding dress search meant more than anything to me and actually, this is the first time I'm telling anyone about this. I got to physically touch parts of my dream and forget everything that's wrong and imagine everything that's right.
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  • KyleGrace8
    KyleGrace8 Posts: 2,205 Member
    One time me and my older brother wanted to go eat but didn't want to pay for our little brother so my older bro told him to just walk home. This restaurant was at the head of our road so it wasn't hardly a walk but as he was walking away I turn and say, "Maybe we should rive him back!" Thinking he might not be safe. My older brother was like, "Kyle, nobody is going to mess with him he's a grown *kitten* man." And he was, well, 16-17 but 6' and husky, it was broad daylight and all he had to do was walk down our road full of old people. He was fine but in my mind (I'm 7 years older) he's my baby brother and needs to be taken care of.
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