Family Story

I don't really have any worth while story telling to do about my family. Both my mother and father were raised in different kinds of ways which I think reflects greatly on who I am. My mom's side is the type of family that sticks by one another no matter what. Even if someone in the family has done something wrong and everyone knows it, they still stick by them. My mom was rasied with the tradition white picket fence and all that sort of stuff. Her father was a businessman and her mother a housewife. Everything was very typical.
My father was raised slightly different. His father worked with cars and his mother held several diferent jobs trying to support the family. My dad and his brothers knew the had better do what was expected of them. My dad would tell stories about if he were to do something wrong that he knew very well he shouldn't have done that my grandmother would make him out to a tree and pull of a small branch or twig and the she'd beat the hell outta him. Granted this may sound extreme but he grew up an a completely different time than that of now. My dad's side was always rough and opposite of my mother's. If someone on my dad's side of the family screwed up they were forced to face it. The rest of the family would cover it up. It was a mistake and they were going to learn from it. My poor grandmother had to raise four boys...boys that were known throughout the small town by nearly everyone. My dad tells stories of running and getting away from the cops only to see them the next for them to ask "okay how did ya get away". It was this small town, old school attitude that isn't present in our society anymore.
Too many family are like my mom's and too few are like my dad's. Yes there were strict punishment but whats the point in a punishment if it doesn't teach a lesson. One time my dad bought a motor cycle which my grandpa didn't approve of so my grandpa took it clear across the county and hid it until my dad hid my grandpa's truck in the same place. That mindset doesn't exist anymore.