My life growing up in Davie is an interesting one. I was raised by my mother and for the most part my father, two parents with two completely different views on parenting. This caused them to get divorced when I was at the end of 8th grade, but I like to think I take after my mother more than my father.

My mothers’ name is Marilyn. She is very nice to me and those around her, she even gets more likes on Facebook than me. My mom is one of my best friends, she works very hard to provide a home for me, and also helps me out whenever I need. She goes above and beyond to provide a great childhood and future for me. I don’t like to take things from her often when she offers, for example if she offers me money for food or if I go out at all, I always say no and I feel bad because I make my own money so I can afford my own adventures. Plus, money often gets very tight, so I would want her money to be hers and only hers, because it gets stressful sometimes. My mom is not like other moms, because she has an adventurous spirit as well and is open to trying new things. Together, we have climbed very dangerous rocks with a high tide rolling in Australia, we have gone to Mexico, Boston, and have seen snow in New Hampshire. We are even hoping to go back this winter break and try snowboarding there. The other thing I love about my mom is how much she trusts me. I go out a lot and she is completely fine with me coming home at 3 or 4 in the morning from parties, because I text every once in a while while I’m out to reassure that I’m ok. The relationship I have with my mom is one I would never trade for anything in the world even for wealth. My mother and I have the same views on a lot of things, like we both feel it is important to have an independent way of thinking which is complete contrast to my Dad and his side of the family, who believe whatever the adult says is the right way.

My fathers’ name is Matt. Me and him do not get along, I have not seen him in a year and a half. We have always had tension even from when I was little. Even when we went on vacation, he would find someway to start a fight and kill the mood of the vacation. My parents divorced at the end of my 8th grade year, and when I first started high school I lived with him about half of the time. It would always be a fight that he started over something. He gave me no trust and would not let me go out at all, I had no social life in my freshman year. My dad and his whole side of the family believe the same thing about how kids should be seen and not heard. He grew up in the 1950-60s. My grandparents were born in the Great Depression, so their views on life are still much of how they were back then. My dad’s side of the family is very religious, as in whatever the Catholic Church tells you, you have to do. If the Church told them to jump off a bridge, my Dad’s family would make it their life’s mission to jump off that bridge. My mother and I would think that is stupid. My hair used to be long, and my Dad and I would have a fight about my hair and it’s length, he even wanted to cut it himself. My mom would support my hair and fashion sense as long as it’s not hurting anyone. Things like these are the reason I take after my mom more, I think it’s important to be independent and to follow your own instinct.
   

In conclusion, I have two parents with two different views on life, but I favor my moms outlook so much more. She is more modern day as opposed to my old fashioned Dad. If I have kids someday I would want to raise them the same great way my Mom did with me. A way of parenting with fun and hard work.