[CaptainCrunch]

Both of my parents worked, and I would have to say that there were few dedicated house wives in our neighbourhoods.

So I don't buy that the whole both parents working excuse.

When we got up to get ready for school in the morning my folks were already out the door, we have to get up make breakfast for ourselves and go to school and there was always a chore note on the fridge.

My parents got home at 5 or 6, and we all helped out in making dinner so that we could have a good meal and we would talk about our day.

There were a ton of latch key kids in my neighbourhood.

I think that we were fairly normal for the time, my dad and myself had troubles later on not in how he raised me, but in the fact that we couldn't relate to each other. He grew up in a poor household where his dad ran off and his mom died of cancer early and he was raised by his two brothers and he never learned how to communicate in a father to son basis, or how to compromise.

But even with those issues, and even with a really harsh work schedule, my folks always made sure that we as kids were a huge priority.

They didn't use their work schedule as a reason, they decided to have kids and they decided that nothing was going to get int he way of their raising us crushing work schedule or not.

But my folks weren't flexible, they weren't there to be our best friend in the world, they certainly didn't negotiate with us kids, they set rules in place and gave us what I think was a great moral compass, and we learned a lot from them.

Me and my sisters didn't grow up to be kitten butchering serial killers, we all grew up to be relatively successful and educated and driven and that's with two parents that worked and at times scrapped and battled to take care of us.