My mum was a good bowler, I taught her how to bowl leg spin, offspin, and the wrongun because I told her she was a slow bowler so she better learn how to spin it. She ended up winning female cricketer of the year in a local mixed competition at the age of 50.
My oldest sister is a wild fast bowler, she once hit the top of a tree that was 5 metres outside leg stump with a full toss that was about 10 metres high.
I've seen my dad bowl one ball, he came outside and asked to have a bowl, then unleashed one just like Warne's ball of the century, a leg spinner that drifted in towards leg stump, then spun back to hit the top of off to bowl out my little brother. My dad asked me what type of ball it was, I said "leg spin", he said "oh, was that what it was?", then he walked back inside laughing.
During that same game with my dad my youngest sister and one of my brothers were arguing because they both wanted to field in the same spot, so she punched him and he went away crying. Then he came back giggling, sneaked up behind her, and hit her with a shovel.