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

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.

One time, they went out drinking, like usual. When they returned, his mother said they are not coming home drunk anymore and kicked them out. The weather outside was 10 or 20 below. So, they decided to sleeping in the barn was there only option. After sitting in the cold barn for a while his friend built up the courage and said, "Forget this! I'm goin in my house" and stormed out of the barn. My father woke up and looked around. His friend was gone. He must have made it in the house, he thought. On his way in to show his mother who was boss, he had lost his courage and passed out outside leaning on a tractor. My father said he took one look and ran over to him. His face was blue. There was ice in his beard and my father remembered how cold he had been in the barn. He ran over to him and wondering if he was alive. My father shook him. It took a minute of shaking but he awoke and said, "Man, I'm freezing!"

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 s

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