• Interesting things your parents have experienced
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My mother stage rushed Billy Joel at a concert as a teenager, got thrown out by security, and snuck back in
This doesn't really count as my parent, but my aunt has been to an Elvis Presley concert when she was a teenager. Also, she was just one street away when JFK got shot in Dallas. I found it really interesting.
[QUOTE=slippp22;32443036]my dad told me how he was in his friends house during a thunderstorm and a lightning bolt hit the house and ripped a huge hole in the roof[/QUOTE] My grandma told me something once. She'd gone to a party with some friends, when they went outside a thunderstorm was roaring. A bolt hit a tree a girl was under, and I think my grandma told she was just pretty much instantly fried. This is why she's so scared of lightning. She lives in an apartment, 4 stories high, and every time it's storming again she'll just call us every time to make sure she's in contact with us or she'll just shit herself. I can understand that though; having seen someone get killed by lightning certainly isn't a fun experience. She was also treated for tubercolosis during WWII. Imagine having to rest all year with bombs exploding all around you. I think she was diagnosed a year before the southern part of the Netherlands got freed from the Nazis. [editline]24th September 2011[/editline] Apart from this there isn't really anything worth noticing, apart from a lot of silly stupid arguments with my grandmom and granddad. My granddad was quite a drinker and she'd always end up with his faults...
My Dad played with himself using dildos when I was two, and my Mom found out and they separated.
My mom and sister got shat on by a donkey while we were on a holiday in France. Does that count?
my dad had two brothers, one who was younger and one who was older. my dad and his older brother were known to fight alot in high-school, they were brawling almost every day - the other brother didnt really fight though, he was pretty small and was the charismatic one out of the group. one day he found out that his girlfriend was being smacked around by some guy in a school across town, straight up walked out of class, to his car and drove over to the school. he found the guy IN his classroom taking a test and beat the shit out of him. and he beat him hard, too. he beat him untill the point where he lost sight in one of his eyes. then he casually walked out of the school, drove back and resumed class.
My grandfather was surfing once, he has lived in Byron Bay (small surfing town in NSW) for most of his life. This one time, a tourist dropped in on his wave, so he sat up on his board and shoved him into the swell, then paddled into shore to head home. That tourist turned out to be [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Garrett]Peter Garrett[/url].
My dad's a plumber and he was working with this really old guy. He was telling him about when how he was in WWII and it turned out he was a nazi. He was in stalingrad too. My dad also told me one of our neighbors at our old house was a captin in WWII and was in a famous battle in Africa. He took back a german officers pistol and a bunch of uniforms and gear. My dads old boss used to work at a marina, and he and his buddies threw Peter Frampton into the hudson river
[QUOTE=Wheeze201;32450305]My parents experienced a volcano erupting that took out half the town I live in. It happened 35 years ago or so. Here are some images: You can actually see my house on this picture. Well a part of it. *Iceland pictures* The black stuff in the upper right corner is what used to be green grass. But because of the volcano...[/QUOTE] Heimaey? [editline]24th September 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Fak99;32451294] My mother knew Bill gates (Met him at some dinner), told me that he asked her out but my mom said no. She told me it was because he was "[B]too nerdy[/B]".[/QUOTE] :v:
My dad got jailed for pointing a shotgun at my Uncles head. Needless to say he got jailed for it. Not interesting, just stupid. My mum went to work in Italy after finishing school to be a nanny or something. She need moved to the Arab states and then back to England.
[QUOTE=CHRHN;32446172]Back when my mom lived alone in an apartment with my two siblings (before I was born), this big, black guy who lived in the opposite block, broke in and had a fight with my mom, and tried to abduct my sister, who at that time was 13. My mom got hit in the jaw really hard and broke it I think, and (I don't remember the whole story), he tried to escape at some point because they had called the police, and then he got caught trying to escape by two police dogs. It was a really tough time for them.[/QUOTE] why does it matter that the guy was black. saying he was a big guy would suffice, no?
My dad used to race motocross and stock muscle cars in the 70's. There's literally a room of the trophies he's won and my grandmothers house.
my dad this, my dad that...time to get out kiddos.
My mom went to a concert of Bob Dylan when she was supposed to take her final examination at school. Her teacher understood it, and agreed. She was allowed to try it later.
Well...my grandpa trained soldiers in the firing range during the Korean War, and he got to do a bunch of neat stuff in the military. He's fired guns like the BAR, M1 Garand, etc. (obviously, because he trained soldiers to fire them), and he even has an old video of him riding in a tank, I've never seen it, but hopefully someday I will. He's still alive too, so I can ask him some things. You should have seen him when I showed him Google Earth. The first things he told me to go to were some of the military bases he was stationed at in the US. Pretty cool stuff. [editline]24th September 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Wheeze201;32450305]You can actually see my house on this picture. Well a part of it. [img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UKLYi15Lvo/S9bzKfcqXtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vGWhdAMww0k/s1600/VestmannaeyjarIceland21.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] Is the camera tilted or are the houses slanted? If so, playing with marbles must be a bitch.
I specifically remember one thing I can tell my kids, I was in the shopping cart at the Home Depot sitting in the seat (with the seatbelt on). My dad had just gotten a whole load of concrete mix and put it in the top part. When we were walking out to the car, he hit a small crack and it stopped the cart. There was so much momentum that the cart tipped really fast and flipped over. The concrete fell out and hit the ground right where the back of the seat was going to land, so it stopped me a few inches from the asphalt. I couldn't talk after that for two days. My dad didn't tell my mom about it until a week later. My dad told me a story when he was playing baseball with his friends at a local sandlot, some guy hit a homer and he ran out to go get it. It flew into a bush and he reached for something that looked like a baseball. It was a waspnest. He was stung 20 times. He also told me a story of being in boy scouts and playing flashlight hide and seek tag at night. They were running around in a camping place where they had found an open area to run. He had someone chasing him and he was looking back at the guy when he ran directly into a cactus patch. He tripped and basically impaled himself with cacti. He said he was in so much pain he just looked at his friend and yelled, "GET THE FUCKING PARENTS." He went to the hospital and they removed 206 needles.
My dad almost shot Fidel Castro, has been to over 20 countries, had the entire Obama cabinet in the back of his CH-47 Chinook, was part of the mission where they assassinated Osama, and is currently in some eastern European country doing some stuff with a bunch of joint special forces groups from all over the world. [sp]I work minimum wage and play video games[/sp]
[QUOTE=thebadboy91;32456812]my dad this, my dad that...time to get out kiddos.[/QUOTE] My dad can beat up your dad!
For the guys in the UK... My Dad made the Chester Zoo sign, he also sat next to Carol Vorderman on the bus to school.
[QUOTE=Ladowerf;32456746]why does it matter that the guy was black. saying he was a big guy would suffice, no?[/QUOTE] Lol. Because it was a big, black guy. Why is it bad saying that?
My dad was in the Air Force in Germany in the early 90's and met Rammstein before they were big in a restaurant.
My dad met muhammad ali and they shook hands and acted like they were gonna fight each other, jokingly, pretty cool.
My dad once saw his roommate from the Airforce on some local talk show about ex-convicts. What's especially alarming is the fact that my mom stayed with said roommate alone once.
As a kid, my father would throw fake dummies off a cliff into oncoming traffic, scaring the shit out of those driving by. One time as he was arriving home after doing so, he saw a police officer there talking to his mom and my dad literally pissed himself. After his mother asked for the charges, the police officer simply pointed to my dad's now soiled pants and said, "I think he learned his lesson." :v:
My father served in the British Army. He was posted in Germany, Cyprus, Northern Ireland and Iraq during the First Gulf War. Notable things; He was a biker in the army, plotting safe routes and other such things. Most of his bike was stripped down, so very little protection. He would trade his rations for American daypacks and take only what he really needed on his journeys. He was discharged after he hurt his back when he came off his bike under fire. His bike flipped and damaged his rifle. He was told to take one for the opposition. He originally picked up a sniper rifle but it was taken from him upon returning to camp by an officer. It was later hung in the officers mess. He finished his service using an AK-47 which he brought back with him and handed it in during the Gun Amnesty a few years ago. It was even in the paper. He also crashed a vehicle into a wall during a chase in Northern Ireland.
My dad worked on some fiber optics cable thing that went up in the space shuttles.
My mother grew up in West Germany and moved to America to marry a Native American man. The man was a total prick so she left him and married my dad. She was still in America when they knocked down the Berlin Wall.
My parents had met in person only three times before they got married, and they're still married 16 years later.
My mother's aunt was basically the grandmother from Malcolm in the Middle. Except she left piles of chewed meat around the house for people to find. She was kinda crazy like that. My dad has twnety-five PhD's in being a dick. My step-father only has about ten, but he's also a super-fit alcoholic physics-crunching accountant with a solid-gold watch he got for working at the same place since he was twenty - he's fifty now, and he still works there. My mother worked at an RAF base for a while. There was always a guard stationed out-front with a large rifle. My uncle (who looks like Alan Moore except he has a hat that he always wears) had to drive her there. She's also been a banker, a secretary (around four times at different places), and a social services worker. Edit: And at one of the places where she worked, a friend of hers was killed by manslaughter. Because her boss - who's fault it was her friend died - was a high-seated member of the Freemasons, he got away with it. You can read about it here: [URL="http://www.cps.gov.uk/news/press_releases/107_11/"]http://www.cps.gov.uk/news/press_releases/107_11/[/URL] She's somewhat bitter about it, understandably.
I don't have any interesting story's my dad has told me, apart from he was on a factory roof and nimbly avoided falling into a vat of acid.
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