My mom came last (a photo taken as we ran to the car made the paper...my mother did not duck. In fact she appears to be running on her toes. She said she figured that if she was the easiest target, her kids would be more likely to make it to the car safely...like I said, she is awesome, and really brave).
This literally made me cry.
On to my own, much less exciting stories.Growing up
, I'm afraid we WERE the exciting events. Youngest DB went missing one day when he was 2. The whole neighbourhood was in an uproar trying to find him. Turned out he had wandered over to our neighbour's house and when no-one was home curled up to sleep BEHIND the lounge in their downstairs room.
Much less amusingly a few years later my parents had a major domestic which involved older brother and I running for help across the road in the middle of the night because we were afraid our father was going to kill our mother
. Good times [/sarcasm]. (In case anyone's interested, mum took us and left and never came back).University years
I lived in a slightly seedy neighbourhood with friends. Occassionally my flatmate and I would be propositioned by guys who mistook us for one of the local streetwalkers. Which I thought was very rude, since we were MUCH better and healthier looking than any of them Early married life
I'm afraid the most "exciting" thing that happened was when our elderly neighbour died. His wife didn't know what to do and hadn't accepted that he was gone and came tapping on our kitchen window (very close to the fence line) to look for help. DH was at work so I had to go over, call the relevant authorities and try and prepare her for being told he was gone without actually taking it upon myself to actually do so in case I was wrong.
On a less sad note, we were about 2 blocks away from a train line. One night there was a huge rumble that seemed to go on forever. I thought it was thunder, but DH (who warks for the railway) immediately jumped up and said "That's a train derailing". Fortunately it was a coal train - the rumble was tons and tons of coal spilling - and no-one was hurt. There was a massive clean-up job that lasted for weeks though.Now
we live in a nice neighbourhood. Trouble with the nice neighbourhood turned out to be that 'youths' from less nice neighbourhoods figured that no-one around here keeps their doors locked until we go to bed (we don't) and so we'd be ripe for home invasions. They invaded two doors down but the man who lives there is super fit and chased them off. They then went around the corner to where a 14 yo boy was babysitting a couple of smaller children. Luckily he had the presence of mind to grab the children and a phone and get them into a room and barricade the door. They took the car keys and money from downstairs and left. The son of the man in the first house was out in the street looking for them and caught one who ran away as the others drove off in the car but he was under 18 so nothing really happened to him.