How different is the life you have now when you compare it to how you were raised? (read details)

People don’t say hi or look you in the eye when out in the street. Air conditioning, the internet and cable TV keep people in doors and sitting on their ass. Moms now work to pay for two cars and mortgages they can’t afford and God is a contested concept. Huge difference and I want my old life back!!.

My love for art and the outdoors hasn’t changed at all.
I know all about the exotic food thing.XD My parents did read alot.The tv was on constantly.Now I rarely,if ever watch tv and could easily live without one.Racism was never acceptable in my house and still isn’t.Everyone in my family plays a musical instrument,and still does.
My parents taught my siblings and I well, and my values have not really changed too much.I am glad for that :)

Well i’m still as tough as old boots. I may have the body of a weak & feeble wuss, but I have the heart & stomach of a concrete elephant XD
Grandaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up genetically speaking ;¬}

Not necessarily rebel against those principles. But it was all they knew and they didn’t knew anything better.
My grandparents / parents went to school just 8 or 4 classes. Religion existed but they did not understand God they just did what others were doing. If you weren’t like the others you were excluded from most places. They read a whole lot more because they didn’t had so many consoles / pcs / tvs etc. Most in that time had an ear for music and they knew how to play , not like today when I cannot play anything. They memorized a whole lot more poems / literature / poetry. They did support a bit racism but not the obvious ones.

We got here changed by teachers in school and by having people making us interact more and by making us use our brains more often. I do like to make a lot of walking around but I still can’t reach the amounts made by those before me.
Not to mention that the world changes. We use e-mail and chat programs and hear our beloved ones in a few seconds while they had to wait for a few weeks before the mail was send over the world.
People have different taste but we cannot say it’s new but… back then these people weren’t that many.

I do many things like my parents.

I am a little more adventurous in food choices and prep, but I think that’s the time we live in. We are exposed to food from more ethnicities. There are more choices of food in the grocery stores (especially produce).

My parents were readers. I am a reader.

I am more liberal than my father was.

I do not go to church, which my parents did.

I like team sports, which my parents did.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it’s breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

Uh, what were we talking about?

^^ Yeah baby yeah! ;¬}

Except for new technology, I’d say my life is pretty much like my parents was. I’ve traveled moe than my parents, but that too was influenced by changes in technology. (No jet planes in their life). We were all eggheads.

I get to buy what I want to eat. No skimping by buying powdered milk instead of real milk.

My parents’ parents were of the Depression generation, and they saved everything and wasted nothing. My parents inherited that attitude and tried to pass it on to us. We got some of it, but we also recognize when we are well off and we don’t have such a tight grip on money any more. We don’t have to worry about losing things as much. It’s nice, and not like it was even up until age 30 or 35 or so.

My mother came from a southern black baptist upbringing, but she (as well as some of my other aunts and uncles) seperated herself somewhat. My grandparents still eat gross deep fried foods or foods saturated in butter or oil. Some of my relatives are walking stereotypes, and others are different in their own ways. My mom seems different, and I think it was because she moved us away from everyone when I was 12, although she sometimes has a raging loud woman personality that I find extremely annoying (but a lot of people like her so she did something right I guess).

My life is kind of “dumbed down” from how I was raised and schooled but it’s still a good life, as good as I choose to make it. Where I grew up and where I chose to live in the past afforded me exposure things I really like such as arts, history, multi-cultures, outdoors activities, wonderful foods.

Where and how I live now is very restricted because of horrible weather conditions and also the local culture (or lack of it). I live in a hodge-podge place where most people are from somewhere else but most of them seem to be the redneck and trailer trash kind of people who’ve come from all over somewhere else to concentrate here. It’s kind of a cartoon life where people try to emulate television lifestyles. Blah.

We lived outside. Nobody seemed to care if we lived or died! They never checked up on us.

We ate all kinds of food that would just horrify people today, but we never had a weight problem. Because we were always outside doing something.

I was raised in a very religious family. My grandpa and three of my Uncles were ministers. Four of my parents siblings lived within walking distance from our house and we spent most weekends together.

I follow the same principles as they did, but I am not religious, and I have not een around my family as much as I wish.

Not extremely different. My husband and I have a little more money and a live in a bigger house, but still basically the same social class once I was in my teens (my family had much less when I was very young) so really nothing significant there. Educational level pretty much the same, my dad is a PhD, my mom BA, I have a BA, and my husband a MBA. My husband and I handle money very similarly to my parents, although we spend a little more on bigger things, like fancier cars, and as I mentioned a bigger house. But, all of us are cheap when it comes to some things, well frugile I will say, and will spend on others. We travel similarly. Similar points of view on politics more or less, not exactly aligned. Close to the same religiously, I identify as an atheist Jewish person and so do they, but my dad is more rigid about it, while my mom and I probably could be labelled agnostic, but we live as athests. My husband was raised Catholic, is Jewish now, and I think he is an atheist? None of us attend synagogue. Pretty much I am my parents, I always say I married my mother.