Every family always has that one story that they always tell at a family gathering.

Most of them are always funny, and there are usually extremely embarrassing for at least one person at the gathering, who is forced to hear this story over and over.

In my family the story involves a crazy thing I did when I was just a small five year old kid. I can barely remember what happened in all honesty, but my family does a good job of reminding me about it. Many years ago my family was having a sushi night. My father was cutting up the fish in the kitchen while my mother was working on the rice and vegetables. Since they were both so preoccupied, I decided to entertain myself by taking some of the fish that had fallen on the floor and putting it inside of the heated gas furnace. In my five year old brain I thought that it would be an interesting and efficient method of cooking some fish. What actually happened was that an extremely pungent fish smell began to spread throughout the house via the heated gas furnace. My parents were quickly able to tie me to the scene of the crime thanks to the fish remnants on my hands. They are always in tears laughing talking about it now, but at the time they were less than pleased. Our house ended up reeking of fish for an entire week after the ordeal, and we haven’t had another sushi night in the past twelve years. In all honesty, however, I can’t blame them for switching over to lasagna night at all.

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