When I was growing up my father and I alternately got along perfectly, and fought like cats and dogs. There were times when dad and I had long conversations about anything and everything, current events, music, or even about stuff I was learning at school. Of course we could turn around and have a full blown screaming match, complete with door slamming and tears. We knew how to push each other’s buttons. I sometimes found him insufferable, and irritating. It was not till I was older and gained some perspective that I realized why we where able to get under each other’s skin. The reason is I am my father.
It’s true. I have his same temperament, the same love of quirky news and bizarre facts and I can be just as hot headed. I am even my dad, right down to the slightly inappropriate, irreverent sense of humor that provokes eye rolling in my mother.
When I was a teenager this revelation probably would have frightened me, after all when your fifteen, your parents can be so uncool! But now, I have to say, if I turn out to be half as cool as my pops, I’ll be a lucky person.
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