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Some people say that you are a sum of all of your influences. For the most part, I agree with these people. I have had many influential people in my life. I believe my friends, people I have worked with, schoolmates and even television has helped mold me into who I am today, but I think the two most influential people in my life were my parents.
My mother and my father are very different. From the way they grew up, to the way they are now, they have always been quite different. My father is made from the fibers of hard work and he is a tough as nails stubborn old guy. My mother is quite the opposite. She is gentle, caring, and a deep thinker.
My father was a wild man growing up. I know a lot about his crazy youth because he never missed the chance to pull me aside and tell mea story that "you can't tell your mother I told you." I always loved
stories that began that way.
My mother also had stories about her youth, but they didn't start in the same manner as my father's. Actually, her stories were pretty wild in their own way too. She would insist on telling me these stories when we were in a heated argument. My father always worked so much that he was never around during our fights. Even so, my mom always loved to slap me with the dreaded, "I'm telling your father when he gets home!" Then she would hit me with the stories of her youth.
My father's stories showed how reckless my father had been growing up. He told me many stories about going to Florida. He said he would often pack up and go to Florida when he was about eighteen years old. He recalled a time when his friends were going and they asked him a day before if he could join them. He said he woke his father up at two o'clock in the morning and told him he was on his way to Florida. His father was mad! "You woke me up at two A.M!" he hollered, "how much money do you need?" "Nothing", my father objected. "Then don't get arrested" his father warned and rolled back over.
My mother's youth was much different. Her mother died in a car accident and her father left them. So, they went to live with her sister, who was much older and married. They were poor. My mom taught me about 'mayonnaise sandwiches', which my friends like to call 'welfare sandwiches'. It consists of two pieces of bread and a thin layer of mayonnaise. At times I have used mustard as a variation. She also told me stories about Sunday cleaning, which to me, was the real nightmare. They would all clean the house, front to back, spotless! She said they even used to clean behind...
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