• Interesting things your parents have experienced
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Before I was born, my parent apparently made a space cake (a weed cake) and spent 3 days high on Kangaroo Island. When they where done they still had some left, and went to my grandfathers birthday party. For some reason my uncle thought it was a good idea to put the cake in with all the other food. When my grandpa was told it was a space cake he thought they where joking so he ate some and woke up the next morning on the lawn of a mates place. My mum took LSD at a concert and the speakers apparently turned into giant mouths.
[QUOTE=ksenior;32467111]Before I was born, my parent apparently made a space cake (a weed cake) and spent 3 days high on Kangaroo Island. My mum took LSD at a concert and the speakers apparently turned into giant mouths[/QUOTE] That's not very creative for LSD.
My mom was one of the first women cadets at West Point, graduated in 1980 along with my father. My dad's office was located right in the same crash radius where Flight 77 hit the Pentagon on 9/11. Luckily, his office was only recently under renovation and he was situated in the basement at the time.
When my dad was in his mid 40's he contracted viral pneumonia, then the blood in his arms and legs clotted up and he lost his right hand, his left arm a few inches below the elbow, and both his legs about mid shin. He got prosthetic limbs and lived almost completely normally (minus doing things that required finger dexterity) until he died last year. [img]http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v16/241/16/7705208/n7705208_30220391_1744.jpg[/img] This is a picture of him, you can't see his legs here but he didn't have those either.
My parents used to live across the street from Scott Miller (former CEO of Apogee/3D Realms) in the 1990s. He apparently had tons of cars.
My grandpa was sitting on a plane ( not sure to or from He was going.), and he was sitting next to the lead singer of Twisted Sister Dee Snyder. He didn't know who he was.
My dad experienced legally defending a serial killer in court. He experienced all the bullshit that comes with that. Like death threats from people, like having your house vandalized, having to move, and pull your sons out of school, your sons having no friends and trouble getting a job because of your job. He was selected to be a BC serial killers lawyer by the courts, and was essentially forced to represent and defend the man and give him a fair trial. My dad did this to the best of his ability. My dad knows more about how fucked up this guy is than anyone else in the world, and he knows intimately, what a serial killer is really like. How the sociopathy shows up and how they manipulate and how they control. My dads experienced a huge amount of woe because of this guy, and even though this was close to 30 years ago now, he's still suffering for it, he's still getting calls and boxes of files and papers and letters and pleas for release and parole. In my garage at home, since I was a little kid, there's a room filled with paper work and boxes, each and everyone of these 93 boxes that are 1 foot high, 2 feet long, 1 foot wide are filled with files and files on this guy. I wasn't alive for this event in my dads life, and I'm glad I wasn't. If I go by my dads account and my brothers account, my life wouldn't have been fun back then.
My great grandfather was a German medic in WWII and he helped Heinrich Himmler And my Dad had a job as a transporter and once he was transporting glue somewhere but the glue fell and went all over the inside of the truck and he had to go in there and get things out of the glue [editline]25th September 2011[/editline] Holy shit I'm bad at explaining things
My dad worked on a supply ship in the Navy during the Cold War. It was a pretty cool job and had a lot of perks (one of them being the "drop dead Spanish women"). However, his ship was left over from WWII, and was pretty broken from a weapons standpoint. There were three guns on the ship, one didn't fire, one had a bent barrel (it was double barreled), and the last one actually worked. Anyway, so one day he was stationed in Cuba supplying some troops and taking in refugees. This was during the Cuban missile crisis, so you can probably see where this is going. One day, when my dad was on watch, he noticed something off. Really off. He could see hundreds of footsoldiers and tanks coming towards his fleet (he was docked at the time). Everybody took off, except for his ship because of an engine problem, so him and the entire crew basically decided that they were all fucked. Everybody including the refugees were freaking out, crying, panicking, ect. The footsoldiers kept moving in, until about 100 feet away when they stopped. The everybody aimed their guns at the ship, and then suddenly they decided to sling their guns, and TURN AROUND. That's the story of how the Cold War almost got hot. Oh, also, he has classified info on environmental testing with nuclear weapons that he won't tell anyone, including me.
My parents are afraid of a economic apocalypse so they are stock piling food and water. Pretty boring. However my grandfather lived through the dustbowl/depression. He used to walk into bars as a kid and his dad would chat up the bar keep while my grandfather would steal coins from the soda machines and whatever wasn't bolted down to the floor. Also my great grandpa on my dad's side worked as a bridge builder. When they were building the golden gate bridge part of his job was to take tools from arch to arch via a long line of rickety boards. 700 ft up in the air, in the middle of SF fog.
My dad was in the south african army during apartheid
My dad went to college with Thomas Hayden Church (The guy who played the sandman in Spiderman) and the Undertaker.
My father had a kidney stone. I guess that's it.
Both of my parents have been to East Berlin in the late-80's, and met in Germany.
My grandmother's house was hit by a V2 rocket during WW2 when she was just little, but thankfully she was retrieved from the wreckage alive- my (would have been) great uncle was not so lucky. And also relevant, when I was young I was told that my granddad was in the navy during the war, and so I spent a good deal of my childhood with the idea that he used to perform night raids and black operatives, sneaking onto enemy vessels and quietly double tapping them as they slept. I recently discovered however that he was in fact little more than a clerk who got thrown in jail twice for saluting with the wrong hand.
My dad put Jet Engines on Tanks. I guess that's pretty cool. Oh and my mum had her friends drive 2 cars side by side on the high way, and they took turns climbing out the windows and into the other car. [editline]25th September 2011[/editline] Oh my grandfather used to work in Dugway Proving grounds, which is a chemical/biological testing ground (shut down now) that is actually just under Area 51 in terms of Secrecy. He told me about the weapons test that wiped out a metric fuckton of sheep in Death Valley (which is right nearby). That's where people get the image of a ton of dead sheep due to government testing :v:
My Dad and his in this big foresty area in Colorado, where his Grandparents had built a cabin. My Dad was only 3 years old, and he went to play in a creek, and he fell in fast first. Luckily, the water was so cold, he went into shock, and was saved by one of my Uncles. Also, they had a Malamute that fought bears.
My dad worked as a bouncer for a convenience store in New York back when he was paying for med school. It was run by Asians so they'd have daily attempted thefts/various people walking in and shouting racial obscenities. He worked with a few other people, and they supposedly ended up throwing people out/fighting every day. He has a lot of stories, including running away from police in the Philippines with his friends after bad mouthing them, finding WWII weapons used by their relatives who fought in the war in their attic, chasing off squatters who pee on roofs, etc.
When my Dad was a kid he was riding his bike around where he lived (in Alabama) when there was a tornado out. He hid inside some cement pipe or something while the tornado literally went right over his head. That's pretty scary. Now he inspects jets, planes, AC130's, etc. that are sent to the air force
My Father has met Mr. T.
My dad took Speed and didn't go to sleep for 3 days when he was a teenager
My dad failed all his GCSEs (The equivalent of that time) apart from woodwork and still has a high paid job and a successful life. However there's parts in-between he'd rather not talk about.
Not my parents, but my great grandfather rowed to Visby, Sweden from Estonia after being drafted for the Soviet army during WW2. He then layed low for a few weeks, then rowed back to get my great grandmother, my grandmothers sister and my grandmother. He then started a photo studio here in Sweden. Died a couple of years before I was born, sadly. Would've loved to meet him. My grandmothers' sister also has a lot of interesting war stories. Like the time the Soviets rounded up all the bikes in their village so they could learn all the soldiers how to ride a bike. She was also shot at once by a couple of drunk Soviets. She hid in an attic, and they were too drunk to climb up and get her. (can't remember why they shot at her.)
My great grandfather on my mothers side fought against the Russians during WW2 for Finland. He told us how whenever they killed someone they took everything he had. Neklaces, rings, money etc. and they sold it too a local man in town and went to the pub to forget the horrors :ohdear: . And my grandfather on my dads side fought in the Korean war, I never got too meet him so I do not have any stories.
My grandfather was an active supporter of the KKK. He let them put their signs up in his yard and he would put them there himself too. It's scary to think that I could have been raised as a brainwashed white supremacist's child if he had joined.
My mother was working for a human rights group and was allowed to visit North Korea
my mom was in a mental institution my dad was in prison
When I was about 6 me, my dad and my mom was walking from our house to the car when we noticed our Asian next door neighbours son was choking. My dad saved his life.
My aunt saw Bob Dylan in a park over in San Francisco, started snapping pictures trying to seem innocuous, he eventually noticed and walks up to her and asks if she'd like a photo with him. Says he was a pretty nice guy.
My dad got to experience what its like to fall off a roof on your front teeth...
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