Tell me a fond family habit from your childhood.

I'll start. When I was young my old man worked trick shift. So when he was on 4 to 12 we didn't really get to see him much for two weeks. Maybe 15 minutes between us getting home and him leaving for work. Every now and then he would wake us up at 1am with a big bag of burgers and fries with milk shakes and watch a movie before we passed back out on the living room floor with fat bellies. We woke up like zombies the next day for school but for a little kid that was super exciting and novel.

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Lostpoet · M

This isn't a habit as we only did it a few times when I was a kid. On Saturdays it was my dad's job to do something with us boys. The "boys" were me and my three other closest siblings. Sometimes he'd take us to go digging in his truck, "digging" ment of roading, and I remember one time we were along side a steep drop when it was my turn to drive and my brother looks over at me and said, "I'm getting out if he's driving." I think I was only like seven or eight. I wasn't even tall enough to steer and reach the peddles so I had to sit on my dad's lap to drive, so it's not like I was going to drive us of the cliff.