I am hesitant to tell you all about my childhood.
It was WONDERFUL!
I was the youngest of four. My parents were loving and strict and gave us everything we needed and much of what we wanted. I was truly fortunate. My parents were well off, financially, but worked hard for their money (not old money.)
Dad worked his way up from floor sweeper to chemical engineer at a paper mill, and Mom was a secretary/clerk/stenographer at Goodrich Tire. They taught us to work for what we want, be kind and generous, but not to trust to the point of being gullible.
I never heard my father raise his voice in anger, to anyone, although he applied a belt to our butts as needed (which was not often.) We kids were never allowed to argue, much less fight, and disputes were handled democratically. Dad was tough and I would pity anyone who messed with him or anyone else he felt needed defending. He loved fiercely and there was never any doubt that he had our backs. I never saw him fight, but heard stories from his brothers from when he was young. My brother and I had to keep Dad from getting in a car and driving five hours to meet my sister's husband when she left him. It wasn't that we thought Dad would get hurt, we were worried that he would end up in prison.
Mom was the one that brought culture to the family. Her father was a university professor and they were comfortable when she was young. She made sure we appreciated our reputations, educations, appearances, and social standings. She taught that to Dad, too. He was a farm boy, she was a town girl. The biggest complaint I had as a child and teen was that I was not allowed to do the things my friends could like stay out late, hang with the crowd, and ride the roads. Guess what, my kids don't do those things, either. I remember hearing my friends talking about fights with siblings, wild parties, drunk parents, etc. and thought, "That's weird!" But I learned, as I matured, that my upbringing was the weird one and that most of my friends' were more like those shared here.
I work hard at doing as good a job at raising my own children as my parents did in raising us. They were a tough act to follow. If I do half as well, my kids will be blessed.