Visiting your grandmother in the village in the summer is a special kind of pleasure. They always feed you deliciously and allow you grandchildren to do whatever they want. But sometimes this grandmother's loyalty borders on complete recklessness.
We have collected for you real stories about grandmothers who put their grandchildren in danger without even thinking about the consequences.
Because of my grandmother's kindness, I started drinking.
For the whole summer, I was traditionally sent to the village to my grandmother. I flew there on wings, because no one controlled me there. I remember how my gang and I ran to the river, played, fooled around, and even “burned” dill. My grandmother had a large garden and a yard full of livestock. I gladly helped with the household, fed the goats and chickens, and then happily rushed off to walk with my friends.
Once I came on vacation as a teenager, I was 15. After working in the garden, my grandmother suddenly offered me wine. At dinner, my grandfather always poured me a couple of glasses, and then they poured me some homemade wine too. My grandmother said: “You’re an adult, you can have it.” I really felt like an adult then. Of course, my grandmother warned: “Don’t tell your parents anything.”
So every day at lunch I drank a glass of wine, it made me feel good, and I wanted a “booster”. The holidays were over, I went home, but I continued drinking with friends. You could say that my grandmother literally made me drink every year. By the age of 20, I couldn't imagine life without 1-2 glasses of wine a day. Yes, many will say: “What's so bad about one glass?” But when you're not in the mood without this glass, it's a problem. I overcame my addiction only at the age of 25. My grandmother is no longer among the living, and I still think: what was she guided by when she poured me that alcohol?
Grandma let a whole camp of strangers into the house
It was the summer of 2001. I was 7 years old at the time. I was spending the night at my grandparents' house while my mother worked the night shift. And then one such evening, something strange happened.
We lived in a village, on weekends traders came to the market. In the evening a car drove up to our house, and a man asked if we could camp out with the whole group. Grandma consulted with Grandpa, and… they agreed! 12-15 people stayed in our house: men, women, children. I didn't understand anything then, I was having fun, I was playing with their children. That evening it was noisy, we didn't go to bed for a long time.
In the morning they left. Grandma even gave their kids knitted slippers. And then I found spit on the floor behind the bed – it was, to put it mildly, unpleasant. When Mom came home from work and found out about such guests, she was shocked. How could they let in a whole camp of strangers? Grandma and Grandpa were apparently too trusting and lived in times when doors were locked with a stick. I still remember this incident, and, honestly, it's scary.
She let me go to the river alone when I was 5 years old.
I was 5 years old. In the summer, my parents brought me to my grandmother, and they went to the sea themselves. I liked the village – nature, berries, cats, dogs. Of course, I didn't sit still, and my grandmother probably got tired of me.
One day, a neighbor (he was about 7 years old) came to our house and said, “Let Anya go to the river with me.” Grandma, without thinking for a long time, happily let me go.
Little children alone on the river without adult supervision — how do you like that picture? I don't know what my dear grandmother was thinking at the time, but the shop only closed after a 6-year-old boy drowned in the river. Then they stopped letting me in. And I'm thinking: was my grandmother completely unaware of the danger before the tragedy?
With a drunk grandfather driving
My grandfather loved to drink to the point of horror. Once I came back for vacation. My grandfather used to drink every day. My grandmother would pour him a glass herself, and then scold him: “You old drunkard, how you've got everyone!” As a child, it seemed to me that this was how all old people lived.
And so in the summer we celebrated my grandmother's sister's birthday. You can roughly imagine this village feast. That day, my grandfather got drunk and then decided to take a car ride through the village. It would have been better if he had gone alone – his life, his problems. But no, he took me and two other neighbor's children.
The most interesting thing was that the adults let us go! Grandma said: “Grandpa will take you for a ride now, it will be fun.” Well, of course, we had fun then. I don't know how we got there safe and sound, because Grandpa was being thrown from side to side the whole way. It was a real attraction, we were delighted.
And now I'm thinking: how can you let your children ride with a drunk person? What was my grandmother thinking? And if it ended in tragedy, who would be to blame? Probably, under the influence of alcohol, not only the grandfather lost his mind, but also the grandmother.
Share
⚡ Readers' Pulse
Do you remember any strange or dangerous behavior from your grandmothers that now seems wild to you?
4 people have already voted. Join the discussion.
😱 Yes, there were all kinds 👵✨ Mine were careful 🤔 I have my own story
📊 Mind map
😱 Yes, there was everything 0% 👵✨ Mine were careful 75% 🤔 I have my own story 25%
Comments
Bulky Killer Whale 👵✨ Mine were prudent 10.02.2026 20:30 And for my brother and I, my grandmother baked pies and cakes, embroidered pictures of cranberries and a funny bunny and a teddy bear. I had the best grandmother in the world. I wrote several stories about different periods of her life. Especially vivid ones are about her young years, when she went to work in a gold-mining expedition to the Urals 👍 1 + Reply