I suppose I should start with my family. I am the youngest of a large family. My dad is the oldest of 3 but my mom is one of a dozen, yes 12. You guessed it, Catholic. I am greatful for many things that came out of being raised the way I have. I have learned that material things can be replaced and don't matter. The people in our lives are what matter and the time with them is precious. My parents have been married 41 years, something that is NOT common among my friends. My family is spread out over a few states now which can be hard sometimes.
My dad was raised to work hard. He was born on a train in Germany in 1945 while my grandparents were trying to come to America. He is a quiet man who shows his expressions clearly on his face. He says what he means, and means what he says. I definenetly know where I get it from. My dad does not talk much about how things were for him growing up.
My mom was raised to be fruitful and multiply. Its weird, I talk to my mom all the time but I honestly couldn't tell you much of her childhood. Every once in a while, she tells me something but its usually about her marriage to my dad.
As you go through life, you slowly become aware of things that have happened within your own family that you thought never could. Many people are raised with that security blanket feeling wrapped around their little world
For now, I must charge this computer. I have more to write, read if you wish
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