Scared Parents??

[HotelMinion]

Did you ever (unintentionally, or not) scare your parents??? Just curious!
I don't mean a little scare like sneaking up and saying boo! I mean really seriously scaring them.
My mom I did when I was 5 and got on the wrong schoolbus. She thought I'd been kidnapped when I didn't arrive home when I was supposed to.
My dad I did when he made me go somewhere boring when I was 10 and so I snuck back into the car, and fell asleep. He thought I'd been kidnapped and was frantic. Boy did I receive a whipping for that. :\
I guess it's nearly halloween so I've been thinking about this. :\
BTW As for my sibs, I don't think they've ever scared them. My bro fell down a flight of stairs when he was 8. My mom thought he'd broken his neck! He was fine. Oh yeah and my sis once punched bro's face when he was 5 (she was 18). He was fine. Poor bro, good thing he's resilient.

[MoonCat]

My brother was hit by a car while he was riding his bike, way back when he was around 11 or 12, I think it was, almost in front of our house. Scared the crap out of all of us, including my grandparents (they lived downstairs from us).

I remember very little about that day, except that the driver was drunk and left a very long tire mark in the street. Bro bounced off the hood a bit, but was VERY lucky (although I doubt it felt like it at the time). He was just bruised all over and had a few sprains or strains. It was right after school let out for the summer, too! He was bummed but recovered just fine.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

I "planted" some portobello mushrooms in my grandmother's flowerbed, knowing full well someone would point them out to me and I'd be compelled to go look at them (I am into mycology).

See, my mom thinks I eat the things. I don't. But she doesn't believe me. So when she predictably pointed out the very edible portobellos in the yard, I went out there, made a big fuss over therm, and then took a great big bite of one.

My mom lost her mind. She grabbed the back of my head and started trying pry them out of my mouth like you would a toddler.

I may have been as old as forty years old when this happened. I wasn't a kid.

If I had known she would have got so mad, I wouldn't have done it.

The joke was on me, though. They were evidently dirty enough that they upset my stomach. Which my mom gloated over and kept saying "good!".

[Aragarthiel]

I got on the wrong school bus several times as a kid, though one of those was because the regular bus home wasn't the same as the after school bus and I thought they were. Nobody told me otherwise and I was only in the second grade. I was just lucky the bus driver knew me, so she drove me home after she dropped everyone else off.

[kaherbert]

Mom was feeding me lunch and eating a sandwich. The phone rang. Mom answered it. I took a bite of mom's PBJ and started swelling up. Fortunately the person on the phone was Mom's friend a nurse in the same research group that lived a few houses down. They got me to the hospital.

4 yo - PK teachers don't believe my parents force my hands into peanut butter to make pine cone birdfeeder.

6 yo visiting mom's family on PEI. Nanna gives us Ice Cream treats. She gives me the one that doesn't have peanuts. Turns her back to deal with 2 yo sister and cousin. Another cousin and switch treats hers has peanuts. Nanna calls her Uncle who is the doctor for the area. He tells her to throw the 6 of us in the car and meet him at the hospital. He treats me then takes the 6 of us around and introduces his great-grand nieces and nephews. (He was our great-grandfather's youngest brother).

7 yo Mom sees me eating a crunch bar panics thinking it is peanuts. I proudly announce I read the label and there is no peanuts.

Oh - my sister broke her right wrist (5yo), bruised her collar bone 7 yo), dislocated her knee 10 yo, dislocated her knee again 15 yo, broke her left wrist University, as an adult - broke her leg, broke her foot, broke her stepdaughter's fall and barely kept both of them from going over a cliff while skiing, broke both knees - and found out she was pregnant while being treated for that. Still I have her beat by like 20 ER trips.

[dawnfire]

* I don't remember this. I think I would have been around 2-3 and had moved out of the cot to the "big" bed. Mum comes in one morning and my bed is empty, cue the panic searching all over the house. Where was I? Under the bed still asleep. I'd fallen out of the bed and rolled under the bed.

* I'm now 15 years old and got hit by a car because I didn't see it. I was running for the bus ,at a public bus stop, after school. I was extremely short sighted but hated wearing my glasses, so i tended to take off my glasses at first opportunity. I usually took them off on my bus home. This day I took them off and went to hurry across a 4 lane road (2 lanes in each direction), the wind was blowing pretty heavy in the same direction as the oncoming traffic causing my eyes to water, giving me little to no vision. I don't remember stepping out but I step out in front of a car. I did about $300 worth of damages to the car. (I think to the bumper bar) . I got mild concussion and a weather wise ache blow the knee for 10 years after (it might have been a break but the doc decided not to do an x ray as it wasn't hurting)

[AnaKhouri]

Both my kids were shitty sleepers as babies, so the first time they slept through the night I woke up at the unheard-of hour of 6 am and panicked, convinced they were dead.

[Bardmaiden]

When I was young I think 2 and half I sleptwalked out of bed and fell down the stairs and hit my head, my parents were scared out of their minds as I was vomiting up blood. My dad ran to the nearest phone box and rang for an ambulance.

Got me to hospital and it turned out all I had was a very fine fracture just above my nose and a nose bleed that had been going down my throat which I promptly threw back up. Didn't even get concussion.

[April]

I don't remember scaring my parents, but when my daughter was 2.5, she figured out how to unlock the front door. At about 0600 hours, she unlocked the front door, went outside wearing nothing but a pair of Dora panties, in November (in Colorado) and wandered down the street. I was asleep, with her baby brother and woke up to a strange man banging on my open front door, yelling "Helloooo" while holding my nearly naked two year old

[AccountingDrone]

Did you ever (unintentionally, or not) scare your parents??? Just curious!
I don't mean a little scare like sneaking up and saying boo! I mean really seriously scaring them.
My mom I did when I was 5 and got on the wrong schoolbus. She thought I'd been kidnapped when I didn't arrive home when I was supposed to.
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When we first got back to the US when I turned 5 they put me into the local kindergarten where, being a sociable little critter, I made friends. One fine fall afternoon I decided to walk home with a friend who lived a couple blocks from the family houses, and being 5 years old it never occurred to call home to let them know I was not going directly home. This was 1966.

Several hours later and a major police search of the area, I wandered home across the 800 or so meters between where I had been playing and home.

See, what *I* didn't know was some union organizers decided to threaten to have my brother and I kidnapped to force them to come in and unionize - totally ignoring the fact that the workers themselves drove the organizers out because they actually had good conditions and respected my grandfather [our family made their money with a string of mills in western NY and NC.]

It had gotten panic-y enough that the police were debating getting the Army to ship my dad back from Saigon [he as a Lt Col and running something or another at the time and starting his twilight tour before retiring in 1969.]

[dbuzman]

When I was 3 or 4, I followed my brother to school. He was in 1st grade. I guess I wanted to see where he went every day. My mom didn't have any idea where I went. Someone from the office pulled him from class, told him he had a visitor in the office let and him walk me back home.

[JPD]

I was about 3 or 4, and did something that got me in trouble enough for my mother to take a toy away from me and put it on the top of the fridge, then decided to take a shower.

I apparently wanted the toy back, and they way I've heard the story is mom heard a loud crash, rushed out and found my face covered in blood. After cleaning me up, all it was was a split lip.

She never mentions me crying, but I did have the taken away toy in my hand, so somehow I made it to the top of the fridge.

[Sakka]

Let's see, mom is asthmatic and I had my first asthma attack between the age of one and two years old. According to dad I 'turned an interesting shade of dark purple'.

When I was four or so, parents were painting one of the bathrooms and had everything from the bathroom arranged on a bed to make putting it away later easier. At the time, there had been a lot of commercials on tv for a razor with a flexing head. Curious if dad had that razor, I tried pushing the head of his razor with my thumb to see if it would move. ... Neatly removed the tip of my thumb. Cue sudden screaming in pain and blood everywhere. Fortunately the tip grew back and my print on that thumb has a horizontal line through it where the razor sliced.

When I was six, family had Christmas dinner at a cousins that just lived the next block up the street, less than 200m away. Everyone in that household smokes like chimneys, as did all the other relatives there that night. Parents were the only adult non-smokers there. Did I mention that I'm asthmatic? Think I was there for about an hour, when dad and I left to walk home. I had so much trouble breathing from all the smoke that I could only take a step or two, then I had to lean against a fence/telephone pole/wall/crouch down on the ground with my hand to keep my balance while gasping for air. Mom left approximately an hour after dad and I, and met us at the corner of that block.

When I was seven, I woke up super early for some reason that small kids do, got dressed for school, and was wondering what to do next and why wasn't anyone else awake. The cat was also awake at this time. The first person up would fill his food dish. Since I was never up this early, I didn't know this. So here I am crouched down on the floor petting an increasingly vocal cat until the cat had had enough and took a swipe at me, with his claws out. If the claw that got me had been a couple millimeters lower, one eye would be fake now. For the parents, they went from sound asleep to a seven year old screaming loudly and blood gushing down half my face. Had to wear a patch over my eye at school that day.


Brother, when ten or so entered into a local mountain bike race. This particular race was from the top of a local peak to a village in the valley. After the race, brother asked Dad to drive him to a spot on the race course. Turned out he had lost his chain there, and it was the only spot that he pedaled during the whole race. It was one of those races where you apply your brakes even a tiny bit, you will finish in the bottom third of the listings. Can't remember how brother placed, but it was in the top five for his age group.

[EricKei]

When I was a yung'un -- no idea exactly how old, but old enough to walk, talk, and pull open the fridge -- I apparently wanted a snack one day, and couldn't find anything in the refrigerator that I actually wanted, despite it being full. Being a kid, I did the logical thing, and wandered out of the house and down the street. My parents promptly freaked and found me a short while later, as I had apparently been going door to door asking neighbors for an apple, and saying that I was "starving," in the way that only a little kid can be (e.g., it doesn't matter if I stuffed my face at lunch an hour ago -- I want a snack now, therefore, I am "starving" x.x)

At age 5 or so, when my brother was 4, we hit the parents with a double-whammy, but this one wasn't even our fault. We both came down with viral meningitis and dehydration more or less simultaneously. Ended up in the hospital, taking fluids intravenously via IV's on the soles of our feet, or so I'm told.

[Bardmaiden]

Let's see, mom is asthmatic and I had my first asthma attack between the age of one and two years old. According to dad I 'turned an interesting shade of dark purple'.

Oh I forgot the other stories about my twin sister, who at the age of six on Christmas day had an asthma attack I looked down because a strange noise had awoke me and saw my sister had turned a funny colour and was making gasping sounds, so I called my mother and she was rushed to hospital and stayed for two weeks and that's how we found out my sister had asthma.

She also at four lost all memory of who everyone was. did not know mum or dad. Taken to hospital where at some point they did at lumber puncture, the first my mum knew about this was when I started screaming about my back hurting and she called the hospital to be told they had decided this test was necessary, she informed them that she would have liked to have been informed for more than one reason including the one who was screaming her head off right now. Turned out to be a kidney infection that had got into her blood a dose of antibiotics and she was her normal self in no time.

Also around the time she was five they gave her an antibiotic called something like Furidantin. My mum heard screaming from our room came in and found my twin sister trying to strangle me. It took three fully grown men to lift a tiny little girl off me (she is only 4'11" and a bit now). Mum rang the doctors and was like is there any side effects I should know about because my daughter just tried to kill her sister... and they were like oops we should have mentioned it can have effects like that.

I think that's most of them I'm sure Lady Legira will let you know if she remembers any more