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  • This week I had reason to run thru some good and not so good memories from my childhood. I look at this as a good one or at least a funny one.Whenever I think about it I still get an uncontrollable laughing fit.
    My sister was nearly 12 years my senior but with all that i still understood many things having grown up fast. Giggle weed was one of those things

    It was a Friday about 2 AM and one of the few times our dad was in the country, never a good thing. You know right away a ringing phone at 2 AM is also not going to be a good thing.I woke up and ran to my parents bedroom to hear who was on the phone/ All I could hear was him screaming over and over again,can't you just keep her there.Of course it was the police on the other end and my sister had been busted with giggleweed along with her 2 best friends.The police could not keep them overnite,back then the age of majority was 21 not 18.

    I was so frightened for my sister having to face my father's wrath. He went along with the other kid's parents to pick them up at the station. I sat anxiously waiting for their arrival home. I could hear my dad screaming outside but instead of cries my sister was laughing and giggling like a demented hyena. He followed her into the house ,still screaming,up to her room still screaming,and all the while she was still laughing and giggling like a demented hyena.We shared a room so as I watched her try and remove her pants she fell into a heap on the floor still laughing and giggling away ,with my father's voice off in the distance still shouting at no one.

    From that time after I have had a life long love affair with giggleweed ,since i saw how it could overcome fear of father. He just got more determined to stamp it out in our house. He pulled down every plant and made us stand by the toilet as he flushed it down giving us a choice of this or the police!!. If he had only known how futile were his efforts,giggleweed was cheap back then ,,something happily given and received among friends not the business it is today.

    I guess you had to be there and know my dad,to see how funny and dangerous it was to laugh and giggle like a hyena in his face.

    The picture is of some nice little plants ,not belonging to my dad or Sister...
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