Strickness

When I was about 8-14 the war between my parents and me was not as bad. My brother and I had no problem being in by nine-o-clock (that was our curfew until we were in high school), mainly because our transportation was our parents, and they would pick us up from wherever we were. Our curfew wasn’t really ever a big deal with my brother and me. What caused the biggest fights was that we wanted to go to different places with our friends that our parents did not approve of. Our mom and dad would not let us go to a new friend’s house unless they have had a chance to speak with their parents. So if our parents did not have enough time to visit a new friend’s house we didn’t get to go there

When my parents were young they were raised much different than how they raised my brother, sister, and me. When my mom was young only her mom raised her because her dad took off when she was only two. She had six other brothers and sisters. Her mom was very lenient. She could go out and do what ever she wanted pretty much and her mom did not care. She would be at parties and not come home until the next day. My mom was pretty much raised opposite of how I was. I guess she just did not want us to be raised the way that she was. She wanted us to learn from her mistakes.

My dad was raised very similar to how we were raised. My grandparents and he lived in San Jose. He had rules and curfews similar to my brother, sister, and me. But his parents had a lot more trouble with him. He would ditch school, party all night, drink, and do whatever he wanted. At one point he was kicked out of his house and had to live with his friend. He barely graduated. His dad was very hard on him like he is on me. He enforces rules on me that his parents tried to impose on him. But he was much harder on me so I would not do what he did.

Although I really hate how my parents treat me I am glad to know they care enough to actually set and enforce rules for me. When I grow up and have a family I will probably be just as strict on my kids that my parents were on me.

As I grew older I was a good kid. I was in boy scouts, I played sports, helped around the house, and didn’t get into to much trouble. When I turned fifteen I started high school and I thought that my parents were the worst, most strict parents on earth. It seemed like I could not get away with anything. I wanted to go out, party, have fun, and do what everyone else was doing. I wanted to wear the clothes that everyone else was wearing but my parents didn’t approve of those clothes. They said that I should express myself with the way that I dress and that they didn’t

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