Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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hand me downsThe youngest of 7, as an infant I was the "beneficiary" of 15 years-worth of baby clothes, an Aladdin's treasure trove of the very worst that the markets of the north 1962-1976 had to offer.
Bad enough in itself, but even worse when you know that I'm a boy, and 5 of the 6 others that make up my siblings are girls. And that when I was around 2 or 3, I looked not dissimilar facially to a few of my elder sisters when they were the same age.
So, rifling through old photos, it's not uncommon to come across a toddler in a dress, and see scrawled on the back "Sandra at home, 1966, (or Phillip, 1980)".
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