Stories From The Past
On Christmas Eve, most of my moms side of the family gets together to celebrate. After we finish dinner, everyone gathers by the fire. My Grandpa and his two brothers always get up and share stories from their childhood. The stories are hard to believe and most of the time involve something illegal. The story that I remember the most, as it is told almost every year is when my grandpa and his brothers were in middle and elementary school. They were setting off fireworks and had the police called on them. The two oldest ran off leaving the youngest, my uncle, to talk to the police. When the police came my uncle made up a huge elaborate story and the police never did anything about it. My grandpa and other uncle only got in trouble by their mother for leaving their younger brother alone. My great grandmother had no idea the police were called on her children for years. My mom always told me to not fully believe the stories as half of what they said was to make their stories more dramatic...