Sounds like you had an extremely interesting childhood. I take it you take after your father more now.
When I talk about my life growing up and my childhood people are usually shocked that I lived through what I have and have turned out somewhat well-rounded and so open minded. The hard part is that not everyone is as open as me and I tend to offend people…like a lot. My mom is pretty insane and I did turn out like my dad almost to the tee, but my mom did her best raising me and my little sister. Needless to say with all of her crazy beliefs, she too dabbled in a few illegal substances. The first time I smoked out was with my mom and our social service case worker when I was 13; I pretty much lived on a welfare childhood in St. Louis until I was 15 so we had a few sub-par case workers working with us. My mom was def. a free spirit and that is who she attracted…she called herself the re-incarnate of Stevie Nicks (sans Fleetwood Mac), The Gypsy woman extraordinaire!
I once got drunk and told a co-worker (at a bar while on a work trip) a summation of my life story…i.e. My mom sleeping with two of my boyfriends in high school, my dad having a Meth lab in our bathroom when I was 16, my grandpa accidentally shooting me with a blow gun, Me having to stab one of my mom’s boyfriends for beating her ass at a family party with a kitchen knife, being homeless for 3 weeks when my dad got busted and went to prison, not seeing my grandma for 3 months because her and my mother got into a fight about pain pills…etc. I could have gone on for days. I didn’t know she was a devout Catholic at the time, but I quickly found out when she refused to speak with me after that night.
So yah, interesting to say the least. Those were some of the tamer stories, I deemed co-worker appropriate topics. Guess I was wrong.