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This essay is very simple. My parents are hippies. They raised me to be a wuss. I was only spanked once. Therefore, I threw tantrums for DAYS until they bought me that new toy or video-game system. I also used any public place as if it was my own personal playground (including cemeteries). They let me stay home whenever I wanted. I missed about twenty days of school a year so I could watch cartoons and play video-games. They thought that this was okay because I always received such excellent grades It was a very rude awakening when I almost flunked out of college sophomore year for only going to about ten percent of classes. I had NOT ONE regular chore (except mowing the lawn in high school). I enjoyed it because it was kind of a work-out. I started lifting weights all the time when I reached high school because even though my parents forced me to play sports, they never taught me to defend myself or be in good shape. I snitched on bullies until I was in seventh grade, for god's sake. Last but not least, they both strongly encouraged reading. This was good because I have an excellent vocabulary now. Unfortunately, in addition to being a scholar, my Father can build a house with his bare hands. Whenever he wanted to teach me construction, I would throw a tantrum until he stopped bugging me. He asked all the time. I'm twenty-three and just starting to realize how hard life is. It is extreme responsibility. But with extreme responsibility comes power and pleasure. DON'T CODDLE YOUR KIDS!!!