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i love my parents, it's just that my dad is very protective. he doesn't let me on the forum, he doesn't let me ride my bike without inflating the tyres, checking the brakes, seat's the correct height, tightens all the bolts and that my helmet won't fall off in any way and he doesn't let me do anything to the computer without his supervision. despite the fact that he has USB ports on the front of his computer, and i have a simple install disk, he says, "let me get the camera working, you don't want to knock and inportant plugs, or mess up the system". and when i got a PC joystick, he had to make me wait for him. he could of simply let me plug it in, but no. he comes to 'help' me. then, the joystick wouldn't register, so he reinstalls windows! i lost all my data of everything, and the cookies won't work good so i can't use google.
also, he always blames me for everything, and my sister knows it so she does stuff to get me in trouble. and if my sister doesn't like something and yels, it's always my fault. yesterday, i was in the bedroom(we share it, which is terrible), the place with the only good telephone reception. i'm watching TV, and she comes in with the telephone. she says "get lost, i'm using the telephone" "bite me. i was here first" "i'll yell, and pretend you hurt me" note that. she always does that. so she does, and i get in trouble. i have to leave, but i get out the telephone i bought from the swap meet and plug it into the secret plug in the pantry. so i hear her saying "i got my stupid brother out of my room. i can yell, and dad always makes it my way. it's the best!" i kid you not, that is exactly how it goes. the moral is, dad never listens to my side of the story.
my dad's great, except for that.
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