Whats your most memorable time with your parents?

[Ravenloft]

Okay, there I was in a Mijer's bathroom, trying to take a leak, my dad was at the next urinal, and we both hear this MONSTER fart, right... The kind that makes your heels rattle and shit... "BOOOM!" Thats how loud it was! It was the flatulant version of a sonic boom I tell you, but thats not what made me and my dad start laughing... It was the "JESUS CHRIST" that the guy who farted uttered imediatly after the fact that did it... Dad busted out laughing as he zipped up and bolted for the door, I am standing there in mid piss, trying not to laugh, someone with a fart that loud MUST be BIG, and HAD to be able to BEAT my ass... Well, anyway, somehow I managed to finish my piss and stumbled out of the bathroom... Looking somewhat like I had just escaped a tear gas grenade...

Dad was halfway to the car by then, holding back his laughter. We both climb into his blazer and take one look at each other, and I say "BOOM!" And he replies with "JESUS CHRIST!" And we start laughing for about 5 minutes while setting in the Mijer's parking lot... Eventually we stop laughing long enough for dad to start the car and get on the road, to head back home...

Five blocks from home I turn to him and yell. "JESUS CHRIST!" And he bawls with laughter, nearly driving off the road, I echo his laughter like a fucking hyena and shit, between "Booms" and "Jesus christ's" Laughing so hard that I begin to cough, which makes him laugh all the harder... Until I am coughing and laughing so hard that I up and puke... Right into my cupped and waiting hands... Only a little dribbling between my fingers. He Looks over at me, still laughing, and I look up at him, myself, still laughing, stretching my hands toward him, and asking if he wanted any... He then proceeded to puke all over the steering wheel, just as he pulls into the house's parking lot. It was a most excellent moment. *shrugging* Im a wierd guy...

 

[April]

Mmmhhmm. Interesting. You're weird.

Anyway. My most memorable time with my parents? The night my father died.

Or maybe it was the night she threw some knives down the hall after him. Oh, wait, I didn't live there anymore. Whew.


Hey, you asked!

 

[Xander]

My dad: Travelling through Thailand with him and my sister.

My mom: Travelling through Singapore and Malaysia with her.

 

[Mistress]

were they supose to be good times?

Mom: Having to miss my first christmas back in kentucky because she OD on drugs and I had to go to Georgia to help feed her for a week...........needless to say after I got there I found out she wasn't that bad.


Dad: Seeing him cry for the first time in my life ever, last year when he was in jail (something he didnt do and later got off for) for a few months. Something I will never forget, and makes me cry everytime I think about it.

 

[willywanker]

I've got a couple of good one with my Dad.

When I was about 12 years old, the family took a vacation to the Smokey Mountains. I had two youngers sisters and a younger brother, and Mom as well as Dad and I. One day we hike up one of the mountain trails. When the trail started to get rough, Mom and Dad talked and then Dad and I finished hiking to the top and out onto a place called Chimney Rock. The last 30 feet or so was across a very narrow rock bridge. When we reached the rock outcropping the view was Fantastic!!!!! We just sat and looked, didn't say a word but it was a moment sealed in my mind.

Another time was when I was about to be spanked for something I had done. Dad was fair, but strict. Earlier that evening, I had done something, I don't remember what now, but he just looked at me and said, "You are getting a spanking when we get home."
When we got home, I hoped he would forget. No such luck. But I'll never forget him explaining to me first why I was being punished, then telling me he loved me and how this was going to hurt him more than it did me. I had to have children of my own to understand that one.

Lots of good memories of my mother also but a not so good one stands out. I came home from school one day when I was 16 years old. She had this strange look on her face. When I asked what was going on, she asked me to check the pocket of one of the jackets I had hanging in my closet. I knew the one she meant, it was the one I had been hiding a box of condoms in. Talk about your major quilt trips, I got one that day.