I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

All my friends tell me I should write a book about my life....yes, this was my reality. I was 10 years old when this happened.

:brokenheart: *Hugs*

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

I dont know if I should laugh or cry at that story SV!!!

How many ladels do you take in your coffee?? lol :laugh:

:smooched:

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

I dont know if I should laugh or cry at that story SV!!!

How many ladels do you take in your coffee?? lol :laugh:

:smooched:

OMFGLMFAO

Anna you are precious to me, I have a feeling if we ever hang out there will be lots of laughter

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

I dont know if I should laugh or cry at that story SV!!!

How many ladels do you take in your coffee?? lol :laugh:

:smooched:

OMFGLMFAO

Anna you are precious to me, I have a feeling if we ever hang out there will be lots of laughter

:laugh: Thanks hun, you too!! :flowerforyou:

However, I'm totally thinking SV took me the wrong way. But hey, humour is subjective.....

I had a colorful childhood....was always getting into trouble and was quite the vagabond. I was known for being sent on errands to buy groceries and instead spending money on whatever I wanted and then not coming back until the following day.

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To this day, I ask my mother why she did that...she says she didn't know what else to do. I can't see a can of Crisco nor a ladle without feeling a cold chill run up my spine.

What... the *kitten*? O__________O;;;

Is this real life?

I dont know if I should laugh or cry at that story SV!!!

How many ladels do you take in your coffee?? lol :laugh:

:smooched:

Love my momma was a saint....I put her though a lot of stuff. I was a little thief, a liar, I would disappear for days at a time starting at that age, used to love to get into fights...

so laugh, laugh all you want. Plenty more stories where this came from.

All Mothers are amazing!!! Mine used to wave a hairbrush and scream a lot. And rub soap or hot pepper in my mouth!! (if I was rude). And get our names wrong. And sing really loud even though she couldnt sing a note!! I miss her terribly.......:flowerforyou:

No way...I totally understood you : ) No worries about me misinterpreting what you wrote.

Cool SV. Thanks :flowerforyou:

I was 12 years old, we used to take a greyhound bus to go see my grandmomma who lived an hour away. I had a habit of sticking my head out the window. Mom would always tell me that one day my head was going to stay stuck.

Sure enough, that day came. Slipped my head out and when attempting to put my head back in, my ears would block me from popping back in. My mom said I told you so. After letting me suffer for a few seconds (but what seemed like an eternity back then), she tried to slide the window wider. Nothing, no budge. An amused passenger jumped in to help....nothing. Words gets up to the driver, he pulls over...nothing. I'm stuck...like Winnie The Pooh.

I rode the rest of the way back to the terminal, where I waited until the maintenance folks got off their lunch break. A crowd formed...I felt like one of those people stuck in a mining hole that had collapsed. The entire window had to be taken off...appluase...cheering.

Along with Crisco, Ladles, and Sugar...I have a strong aversion to Greyhound buses.

All Mothers are amazing!!! Mine used to wave a hairbrush and scream a lot. And rub soap or hot pepper in my mouth!! (if I was rude). And get our names wrong. And sing really loud even though she couldnt sing a note!! I miss her terribly.......:flowerforyou:

I dunno about that. From about 7 years old to 18 I had a rotten relationship with my mother. It wasn't until I moved out and we developed a more adult bond that we've started getting along quite well. It also helps that I confronted her when I was 21 about how her parenting caused all these issues that I struggle with to this day, but that I forgive her because in the end I know she really didn't know what to make of me.

My mother is a sociopath... And no I'm not being mean.... If children went through today what she did to me in the 80's and 90's the news would be everywhere. But we were all so terrified of her that we always denied everything to everyone...

I was in the 6 or 7th grade and I have really curly hair.... My mom was brushing my hair and got mad cause it was tangled so she turned the wood brush over and started hitting me in the head with the solid part...... The libarian at school wanted to know what happened to the back of my hea cause I was bleeding she took me to the school consolur and tried to get me to say something about my mother....The women told me I was the devils spawn among various other things...


Needless to say we don't speak.......Oh and I was a good kid... All A's and B's and rarely every did I get into trouble

Turns out not all mothers are amazing... I think then that good people are amazing.

Also badgers.

Turns out not all mothers are amazing... I think then that good people are amazing.

Also badgers.

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