• Interesting things your parents have experienced
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My mum rode a bear when she was on holiday in some eastern european country. She was young so she didn't realise how cruel it was to the bear.
There was this cool ice cream promotion here. If you got a premiere ice cream stick, you would get another ice cream, free. My mom got eight in a row. Here in Brazil's lottery, there are 13 numbers. My mom played one day and got the first 12 numbers correct. I should have been a millionaire. I'm not. *WOOL*
My grandpa fought with Chuck Norris.
My mom almost got raped a bunch of times. One time she told me about how a guy was chasing her with a robe down the street and so she found a random truck tried to open it and luckily it wasn't locked so she got inside and locked the door. The guy was just staring at her for about half an hour until he eventually left. My mom ran when she thought he wasn't there anymore and started going through peoples backyards (she thought it was safer that way) until she got home.
[QUOTE=The bird Man;32540341]Also my dad was in World War 1 1955[/QUOTE] I think you need to check your dates there. World War 1 ended in 1918. Hell, WW2 ended before 55.
My uncle met William Shatner.
Great Grandmother survived two World Wars and the entire Soviet Regime. Enough said.
[QUOTE=imasillypiggy;32548156]My mom almost got raped a bunch of times. One time she told me about how a guy was chasing her with a robe down the street and so she found a random truck tried to open it and luckily it wasn't locked so she got inside and locked the door. The guy was just staring at her for about half an hour until he eventually left. My mom ran when she thought he wasn't there anymore and started going through peoples backyards (she thought it was safer that way) until she got home.[/QUOTE] Holy hell that's incredibly creepy, glad everything turned out fine. I can't fucking even imagine a creepy man in a robe staring at me for a long time while I can't do anything.
After world war 2 in Poland, there were tons of ammunition and weapons to be found in the woods. My uncle and his friends were big collectors of ww2 souvenirs and other stuff. One time they found a panzerfaust and as a graduation prank they blew up the bunker infront of the school at night.:v: I have alot of other stories from that time but i think that one is the funniest one
I remember being told about the World War 2 by my grandparents. I remember how they said when they had to use the bunkers whenever the sirens went woooing. My grandmother was kept in a town that the nazis occupied and told some stories about living there and how our army finally came there to push those guys out of there. She also saved a poor cat that had nowhere to go when the bombing started. My grandgrandfather was a professional orchestra conductor. His dream was to participate in the Red Square concert that's being held every year, when he got the chance to do have a performance there he was incredibly happy. Then, some days before the concert he was given a denial with some bullshit reason that's most likely was him being in that same town that was captured by nazis.
My step-dad was chased by a guy with a machete, after he couldn't be bothered running anymore he turned round and when the guy swung at his face he blocked and him being a metalhead he wore a thick leather jacket which had no affect apart from slicing his jacket. The guy who attacked him ran off cause he didn't know what the fuck just happened haha
When my dad was a paramedic in stockholm he was called to a hijacking of a plane on Arlanda airport and placed [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intravenous_therapy]IV[/url] things in the arms of the [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nationella_Insatsstyrkan]National Task Force[/url] and after that they went into a room and locked the door because noone was allowed to see what they did to prepare themselves. It went well though, the hijacker gave up. Another time he was asked by the [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nationella_Insatsstyrkan]National Task Force[/url] if he wanted to rappel from the highest service catwalk in [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Globen]The Globe[/url] with them, but he said no. He still regrets saying that to this day.
[QUOTE=bree;32441443]My friends and I were chatting tonight about things our parents have experienced and we found out some pretty cool stuff, then got really depressed that our parents experienced so much more than us when they were our age. I'm just interested to see if any of you guys have stories like the ones I heard tonight. My own parents: My dad was escaped an abduction when he was 6 years old. It was planned. They knew his name and how to lure him. My mum and dad (when they were first dating), came across a severed head of a blonde human while they were driving from Bathurst (NSW, Australia) to Lithgow. They stopped the car and looked at it, at first just checking that it was indeed a mannequins head as first thought, but when they realised it was seriously human (dried blood on her face, fleshy bits hanging out, clearly real.. she was very pretty too they said.. they took off and went and told the police. The police thought it was a joke and didn't go check it out. They went back the next morning and it was gone.[/QUOTE] Mick Taylor did that.
[QUOTE=mudkipz;32534868]My great grandpa got shot 7 times in world war 2 and survived. He died a year later by slipping in the bathroom at night and hitting his head.[/QUOTE] That's almost the same thing that happened to my grandpa. He lost his legs in WW2, he died by slipping and hitting his head at night when I was little.
My grandad did his national service in the british army in palestine/israel 1948-1950, and saw the king david hotel get blown up. He had a whole album full of old photos of him and his soldier mates from when he was there, he showed me not long after my grandma died. His older brother got awarded a medal postumously for getting killed over holland by german anti aircraft guns. I can't remember what it was though, I don't think it was the st. georges cross or anything special like that.
My grandad was driving his mercedes when a guy with a shotgun came and pointed through the glass of the windshield. He accelerated the car, he went flying and picked him up and threw him into the boot, from there he took him to the police station and found out that he was actually a wanted criminal.
My great grandfather was german and his evil mom forced him in SS! When is that :argh: smile when u need it?
My parents slept in a bus stop in Manchester. [sp]and survived.[/sp] My Great Grandfather liberated Bergen-Belsen and stormed Normandy; and my other Great Grandfather fought in WWI when he was 16.
My dad got stung by a stonefish and survived, and when he was 18
My dad was almost shot when some guy was robbing his blazer.
My mother was in West (And later East) Berlin when they were taking down the wall. She still has a couple of pieces of the wall and a photo of some very bewildered looking East German Border Guards in our den. After her brief stint in Germany she spent a couple of weeks in Tashkent. Her travel group was approached by a number of citizens that were wondering if they'd be willing to carry letters out of the country for them. Apparently their sister city is somewhere in South Carolina. (Still sounds kind of fishy though.) They also had to check in with a Russian police liaison when ever they wanted to move. My father is an international patent lawyer, and has represented a number of large companies that most facepunch users would be aware of. I'd rather not get specific there though, as that would essentially be posting his name here. My paternal grand father was a forward observer in the artillery during the Korean War, and was also an All American athlete at Princeton. He's told me a number of stories about his war experiences over the years. The Infantry unit that he was assigned to was defending a prominent piece of terrain that he only refers to as "Ice Cream Cone Hill." At one point a group of North Korean or Chinese Soldiers, supposedly, tarred and executed an American prisoner in front of their lines. He had a number of men assigned directly to him including a Sergeant and a Radio Operator. At one point his group was occupying a two room bunker sitting astride a ridge line. A South Korean artillery unit accidentally shelled their position, killing most of his men. My maternal grand father was a flight engineer in a B-25 unit stationed in South America during the second world war. I also have two great grandfathers that fought in the first world war as Officers. One of them became a Canadian Ambassador later in his life. Sorry for the long string of information. I like talking about my families history.
My father had to survive six months in the australian wildernesses with nothing but a tent, £200 and a motorbike a couple of years back. The stories he came back with were amazing.
[QUOTE=milkandcooki;32501166]My mom didn't want to change her cool last name to my dad's boring last name, Smith. My dad was too lazy to do the opposite, so they just kept their original last names. Now people think my parents are divorced all the time. Is this interesting, or no?[/QUOTE] My parents did the same. My mothers last name is Amundsen, the same as the first man to reach the south pole.
My maternal great grandfather helped gather financial support for Sun Yat-Sen's revolutionary activities. After the 1911 revolution, he was appointed as a senior-level staff member of the Republic of China's embassy in the United States. Unlike most other Chinese at the time, he was literate and could speak English fluently. My mom told me that his time in the U.S. were the best years of his life and he even had a farm in New Mexico. Eventually though, he was forced to return to China due to the anti-Chinese laws and sentiment in the United States and began raising my maternal grandmother, who later moved to Hong Kong for a reason I don't know. He was killed by a Japanese soldier in 1944, during the Second Sino-Japanese War. His body was never found, and subsequent generations of my mother's family have tried to find it, but to no avail.
a great grandaddy of mine was a part of Merrill's Marauders in WW2. cool i guess
Not exactly 'interesting', but my dad has watched a man burn to death in a sugar mill. Something that does something exploded and the man caught fire. He came home pretty fucked up from that.
My dad wrote a fair few books, and used to edit some fairly big london magazines, I think it was either Private Eye or Time Out or both. My grandad on the other side of the family used to be in the intelligence services during the falklands war, he's told me all kinds of stories about it, and one time after I did my spanish GCSE he asked me to help him translate an intercepted argentinian communication that they never bothered to translate at the time for a book he was writing. I should probably write a book.
My dad worked for NASA 1980's-1990's and worked on the gamma ray spectrometer... it blew up. ( [url]http://heasarc.nasa.gov/docs/heasarc/missions/marsobs.html[/url] ) He also wrote a book about spectral analysis: [url]http://www.amazon.co.uk/Theory-Operation-Spectral-Analysis-Measurement/dp/0883189410/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1317573906&sr=8-1[/url] Proof: [url]https://plus.google.com/117601613035749523627[/url] [url]http://bambofy.blogspot.com/[/url] (he's following me) He now is the head of the technology and innovation sector of Arcadis. ps. sorry for necroing Any questions, just ask.
My step-father met Tom Hanks at the airport once. My mother shot my biological father's dog (against his will and after he dared her to do it after she had complained to put it down and then handed her a gun) in the head because it was retarded and in misery. [editline]2nd October 2011[/editline] My adopted grandfather worked for our government as a spy, not sure where, but someone caught him and he killed them with his bare hands (or maybe it was piano wire? I forgot...)
[QUOTE=Pocket Medic;32536707]With 'was', do you mean she gave up, or ..? :smith:[/QUOTE] I'm late, but not long before she met my dad she gave it up.
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