• Interesting things your parents have experienced
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My army ranger father got blackout drunk once. He woke up on top of the Tomb on the Unknown Soldier in D.C, one of the best guarded sites in the city. He jumped off and escaped the guards. Also, when he was in West Germany in 87, he locked onto commercial airliners full of people with his Hawk surface-to-air missile battery for fun.
Once my dad was in a car with 4 of his friends. The road was very wet and the car had shit handling, so they lost control of the car and crashed into a guard rail. They all fell off a cliff, and the car got crushed. Only my father survived. He broke every single one of his bones. As a result, he has a 37% invalidity tax (he can't lift weights for example) The car was a Renault 5 Turbo if I recall correctly You guys probably will say : "It's bullshit" . But once he showed me a picture of his stationary on a bed. He had bandages all over his body
I have a story about my grandgrandfather while he was in WW1 He was in Galicia fighting for Central Power against Allied Powers,He had enough of the war and couldn't handle it anymore and just wanted to die so he loaded the gun,put the gun on his head and was just about to pull the trigger when he heard the church bells ringing,the gun didn't fire and the gun was unloaded. Other than that my family is pretty normal except that most of my dad's cousins are in jail for selling drugs,illegal business,stuff like that...
My mom almost was raped when she hitchhiked to work because she was extremely late. She said the guy tried to make a move on her but she unlocked the door and jumped out. My dad I know very little of but from what I heard he's badass not to try and brag. He was born and raised in Samoa(very small country in the pacific). He told me how he climbed trees for coconuts to sell for money and how he killed a dog with a rock because it was vicious and tried attacking him. One funny thing is that he refuses to make a facebook account to connect with his samoan family because he's afraid of any women that claim he's their father. Recently, I also found out when he was in Hawaii his friend invited him to shoot fireworks. My dad was like sure why not so his friend picked him up and dropped his girlfriend at his house and they went to shoot fireworks. Well my dad was unaware that "fireworks" meant opening his friends trunk to find a shitload of guns and firing them in the sky. After they are done his friend later finds out his girlfriend is with another man he knows so his friend speeds and finds his car, shoots at the tires of his car, they both pull over, the guy driving the other car with gf runs out with his hands up saying "She just needed a ride man! I wasn't trying to do anything I swear". My dads friend was sitting in the car laughing while my dad sat in the car shocked. He said after that he remained distant with him lol. Oh and my dad said when he handled his first handgun he shot a passenger window of some other car out. I'm seriously interested in my dads life because of the little bits I've heard are really crazy but he doesn't like sharing it and my mom doesn't like when he shares his life stories either.. well the bad ones it seems. I definitely had my doubts too but my dad barely shares any stories about his life and whenever he does it's very short. I got him to tell this to us when he was drunk so that made it easier.
More old threads getting bumped. Really?
[QUOTE=CHRHN;33406835]More old threads getting bumped. Really?[/QUOTE] It's been two days with new content and the thread is only *old* by three weeks. If anyone is late it's you for not pointing it out earlier. At this point it's useless to mention it because the thread is obviously rolling on without complaints. My father was forced by my grandmother to drive her to the hospital at the age of 16. Here you're not allowed to drive before you're 18 and he only had experience from driving on tractors. The thing that had happened to my grandmother was nothing serious, but it must've felt like a bitch: She had her fingernail sown into by her sowing machine and the nail has never grown back after it fell off. My mother moved around a lot as a kid but her parents kept a very liberal lifestyle in regard to what social circles their economic situation introduced them to. (Hint: the snobby kind) For example was it not unusual for a porn mag to reside on the coffee table and they had one wall just painted pitch black in their living room. My grandpa on my mother's side was kind of a dick at the end of his life and I only remember the funeral from my grandmother. But apparently she was one fierce soul and when my grandfather figured they could help establish industrial projects in Nigeria and Angola they went there back in the 80s. She was a nurse so she'd help out the local villages with infections and illnesses. We still have thick book filled with pictures recording the things she'd treat and also writings on what was wrong etc. But yeah, while they were in either Nigeria or Angola (I can't remember which) the value of the coin in the country fell so much that it would be nothing if converted into Danish Kroner or Dollars. They could still live a very rich life in Africa, but not outside it. Anyways my grandfather decides that the best way to put the money into good use is to buy as many expensive and antique African things he can find. It has resulted in both us and my mother's brother have literally tons and tons of stuff that my grandparents never dared to sell when they got back home. My mother thinks it's because they were scared to find they had been conned into buying worthless junk or because they were just too find of it all. Also, I was told that of all the foreigners who came to try and start up industries in these countries my grandfather and the company he was with was one of the very, very few who succeeded. The local people were apparently also very fond of my grandmother for all the help she did and by the time they had to head home there was a sort of appreciation festival for them which I've been told pretty much never happens to foreigners. I really should look more into their lives and time in Africa.
My Mom was on the US Cycling team in the 70's, I believe she placed 6th or 7th in a World Championship Race. My Dad discovered an Asteroid. Not kidding here. It's called Near Earth Asteroid NM 2000. Basically he has a shed in a our backyard crammed with a large telescope and some ancient computers.
My dad told me he used to tell stories with his brothers at night and when their dad came in and spanked them in his underwear, they would cry. But when their dad would leave they would start laughing. LOL
My dad was a gymnast, he did some crazy shit on the highbar and broke both his ankles. They took him to the hospital, and as soon as he woke up, he asked if he could leave. They asked if he had someone to collect him and he was all, 'yeah my girlfriend's downstairs'. He wheeled himself all the way to the parking lot and drove home with both feet casted, and one out the window. Like a boss.
Mom went at Woodstock when she was nine. Dad was a Merchant Marine during Iraq One. That's all I got, really.
dad broke out of a mental institution and was later gunned down by police
Recently my Mum told me about the time when she was growing up in a convent, she made one of the nuns cry by repeatedly questioning her about the holy trinity, not in a harsh way also she is a professor at manchester university and is not religious, which is kinda strange in itself. My Dad worked on the mars observer ( the one before explorer ) which did blow up but not due to the section he worked on, thats kinda interesting knowing that something he made was in space... he worked on the gamma ray spectrometer - [url]http://heasarc.nasa.gov/docs/heasarc/missions/marsobs.html[/url]
My Dad was the first of either of my parents sides to get a college education(Italian immigrants). Also my great grandpa on my dad's side built the transcontinental railroad system in the midwest without using plans or anything.
my mom lived in argentina during the dirty war
My great-grandfather shot a Russian paratrooper that knocked on his door.
My Grandpa really loves bad jokes.
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