My mum was a worker, enjoyed her music, showed me how to judge people, how not to take any crap and as I was hyper as fuck, I think she did well.
My Dad, he's a good man, half assed his way through work when younger, focused on having friends and being social, he was a old 80's/90's metalhead stoner and used to take me to his mates house when I was like 9 where they would play cards, drink and smoke weed til 3am. My parents are both 51 now and settled into a more chilled lifestyle.
My parents split when I was 14, my dad buggered off and I didn't see him for about 3-5 years but I eventually caught back up with him and made up for lost time, I don't hold it against him though.
I grew up in a tough inner city council estate which might not be a black ghetto but was still tough going, lots of dodgy shit going down and I was a total rascal so I think they did well given the circumstances.
Now though, I live out in the sticks, have my own house, car, decent job and wife. I'll make sure my daughter and future kids are brought up in a more civil manner cause I was lucky I guess in that I have a tough mental attitude and managed to deal with alot of shit that other people wouldn't.
I have some mad mad memories of growing up.