Worst that could happen?
I live in an estate when I'm not at uni, and as a boy up to the age of 11, I wasn't alowed to step foot outside the entrence, unless I asked my parents first. Fair enough really, I can see why they would want to know were I was, and there were loads of play mates in our posh little estate.

Thing is, once I saw a lighter in the midle of the road outside the estate, and my limited understanding of the world told em if a car ran it over, there would be a huge exploshion and some one may die. Acting fast I walked 10 meters from the estate, kicked the lighter down the drain and returned. When called in for tea, my Dad decides to emntion how he saw me leave the estate and how I should always tell them and I could have been hit by a car. My protests that I didn't go far fell on deaf ears. I suppose the worst part is he must have been watching me play otuside, waiting for me to slip up. Woulden't put it past him, he's always been pissed off I'm not an athleat, while my mother is miffed I'm not a scientist.

No approval for my choice to study psychology, always accusing me of being scruffy, jeans and a clean T shirt are apparently not enough effort for the pub, or even for my mates house. Dosen't matter that I'm the tidiest of the bunch most of the time, I have to live by my parent's standards or its an insult to my upbringing.

They arn't that bad really, I could do with out my mothers attacks on me for the odd binge drinking night. Its apparently much more dangerous then drinking 10 bottles of wine a week.
(Mong goose, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:50, Reply)