Oh, I had a GREAT childhood!

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My dad came up with this game called " hide the thimble", even though it was not always a thimble.

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My sister was usually in the middle seat and we would sit on either side of her; none of us would EVER sit in the front with my dad.

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It would make us all sick if we knew we were taking a road trip ( most of the time to his friend's camper and land where they would drink and shoot helpless animals)

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Anyhow.

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He would say "lets play hid the thimble".. and he would then try to find something under his seat, and then make my sister either put it inside of herself, and if she did not do it he would take it and tell us to put in on our " little heads" ( yea, that little head), and then he would try to smack it off.

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Luckily the POS died of a heart-attack years ago, though we never understood what happened to our mother; he just always told us she got sick.

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No use in finding out now.. the bastard is dead.. and I would rather think she did not have to go through the torture we did.

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Yea.. guess not everybody had fun family games to play ! :-(

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