On growing up in a conservative household
I live in an Ăźber-conservative household where wearing shorts outside the house is strictly prohibited. My father is so traditional, that every time my sister and I would go out of the house wearing shorts, he would give us this look that meant to say, âI have disowned youâ. It, honestly, is like Gandalf saying *cue the British accent* âYou shall not pass!â Thatâs not the worst part. My childhood was spent mostly on just staying at home after school. I get off at 2-3PM and when Iâm not home right away, itâd be like a scene in crime movies where the guilty ones sit with nothing but just the spot light on (âWhere were you the night of February 13th?â). We were not allowed to drink alcohol. We were not allowed to do sleepovers unless the sleepover is at home. I mean, câmon. Kids need their space away from the ârents too, right? But I never had that--unless the school would require a camp-out or thereâd be a retreat to some far away place that youâd never want to go home. Iâd be like William Wallace shouting âFreedom!â at the top of my lungs all the time. I think sometimes now that Iâve grown up, these are the reasons why whenever I go out with friends, Iâd feel like a wild girl. I literally felt like a late-bloomer when I was in college and I still feel like it up to this day now that Iâm 31. It only goes to show that these are definitely pointers on how NOT to raise a child. Give them the freedom that they somewhat deserve. When things turn to shit, at least theyâll realize how much they need their parents beside them and who knows? They might never leave the nest because they love you so much.













