I get along better with my mom than I do my dad. It's been that way since I learned how to speak. My dad has a tendency to do many things in a military-like fashion, and he often expects me to do the same, which often results in a few ridiculous predicaments. Without him though, I would have a difficult time grasping the concept of organization, and he taught me how to speak proper and formal English at a young age, which has helped me in countless situations. He also accustomed me to the English language by reading to me every night from when I was a few days old to a few years old. I have many things to thank him for.
My mom prefers to do things in a more relaxed way, and she doesn't believe in harsh punishment of her children because she believes that we won't learn much that way, and we may grow to resent our childhoods. If I need to speak my mind to somebody, she is there, ready and waiting to hear me out, no matter how stupid, ridiculous, or unreasonable the situation may be.
I still love them both the same, and even though I am a very different kind of person with different interests than they may have expected me to become (I have suspected this for many years), they still love me very much.
