Strange, right? I'm actually going to write about some things that I'm thankful for. This thunderstorm got me into a good mood and I'm feeling particularly charitable right now.
As much as I complain about my upbringing, I did have a good childhood - during the times I was allowed to be a child. I was an unashamed tomboy. When you are surrounded by brothers on either side of the birth order; mud, rocks, sticks, climbing trees and building dams become your favorite things ever. I am thankful that my parents allowed me to explore what the boys got to experience. I'm thankful that Dad finally gave up calling me his "delicate daughter" after I ripped too many shirts and tore open my knees for the hundredth time from being dragged behind one of my brothers' bikes on a skateboard. While there were strict gender roles presented as something that I would grow into, I was allowed to be as much of a boy as I wanted. I am infinitely grateful for that because I don't think I would have survived in my family if I was at all girly.
I'm thankful that my parents allowed us to develop the sense of humor that my siblings and I are now known for. The brother directly over me and I had a reputation at some ATI functions when we were about 8 and 11. It was an awesome reputation! We were the ones who were "really funny when they're together." We have a very... unique sense of humor. We appreciate incredibly dry humor. British humor is the very best example of our sense of humor. Aardman - the makers of Chicken Run, and Wallace and Grommit - make all of us unreasonably happy.
So, thank you, Mom and Dad. Thank you for allowing us lots of unsupervised time to develop personalities independent of the umbrella that you created.
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