April Kelley and I are starting something different, instead of blog swapping we will be answering questions along with sharing bits of our research into 2nd BonyDee Press challenge; click name for rules
Please, after reading below, go and check out April’s Post
Growing Up? Family?
I’m one of those extremely lucky people who had a family that was … well, perfect is too strong a word but I’ve known some dysfunctional families in my time as well as see some really crappy ‘parents’, that if there was a “perfect” type of family mine would have come pretty close.
I lived in the same place until I had a family, and though depression as a teenager put me in a position to make some to do things I probably shouldn’t have, but the things in my friends did worse I just, well, stayed in the tent (I’m still not sure what I would have done if they didn’t make it back). What I’m trying to say is though I did some things my parents didn’t particularly like, I never rebelled. I didn’t have to. My parents raised me in a way that allowed me to do 90% of what I wanted, all they wanted to know was where I was and how to reach me.
So I grew up with a mother and father, a younger brother and sister. We lived in a place that was very sheltered, honestly we had one parents of a friend die when we were really young and 1 divorce, which is pretty impressive considering that we were a pretty decent size community.
My family unit are pretty close, surprisingly I remember my niece mother said once. She was talking to my brother and asked him what he’d do is something happened to one of either me or my sister, or one of my kid and he simply said: I’d kill the bastard. She was shocked at that. I wasn’t, I’d do the same thing, or go and help him bury a body. I also know if I were to ring him for something he’d be there as soon as he could. My sister and I are closer, we have dinner once a week, and every so often have dates, these are mostly when there’s a movie either of us want to see (aka Spy), or I just need out of the house. And when she has her kids I will end up at her house or going out with her and her kids once a week.
My parents are still as sweetly in love as when they first hooked up which was when they were 16 and with some story about a CB radio, my mum big breasted friend and my dad’s shoe. They are one of those couples we all want to find, and growing up you learn what can be. What’s out there?
I have a larger family, aunties and uncles, less on my dad’s side as they only have 3 kids. My dad had 2 older sister, and the story is that the only reason dad was born was because my Nan got drunk on night. They are very strongly opinionated strong woman. On the other hand my mother came from Northern Ireland, they immigrated over here when she was, I think, 8 (being in the younger group of siblings) and they got another brother while over here. My dad’s from Yorkshire, his family immigrated over to Australia when he was 13 or something.
I’ve been lucky, it’s only been over the last 10 years that I ever went to a funeral for a family member. I’ve lost 3 of my four grandparents and 1 aunty. And before that I only went to 2, one for a friend, who was a part of a horrible accident, and 1 more in moral support for a friend, I can’t remember her and I’m not sure I did until the school week after the funeral.
So like I said, nothing in my life was anything. It was sheltered, though we knew bad things happened. It was nice and easy in a relative way and it makes it hard to bitch about anything, especially when up again my brother’s new girlfriend who didn’t have quite a nice life. She kinda had the opposite of what we had.
Anyway, hope you’ve learnt something about me, and that you wanted to, because I talked a lot more than I thought I would.