My parents seem like a tame version of your parents. Probably significantly tamer but in the same mould.

There are a couple stories my mom likes to tell that horrify me. One is that when I was a toddler, she put me in one of those things where a baby learning to walk is held vertical, and then it has wheels on it. Foosh, straight down the stairs I went as soon as she turned her back, hahaha. The second is when she put my older brother and I in the bath. She left the room and then heard him screaming. She thought maybe I'd drowned but nope, I'd just pooped in the tub hahaha. Who leaves a kid to roll down the stairs or unsupervised in a bathtub?

My mom was never on time to pick me up from anything. It was so embarrassing. All the other kids would be picked up with most of the parents sitting in their idling cars as soon as anyone walked outside. It wasn't that she was working at the time, she just didn't pay attention to time. She somehow always caught Jeopardy on time, though.

My parents fought, but I don't have any frame of reference for it. Just, it was obvious nobody was happy. They're still together, probably out of habit or zero other options.

As for my hobbies, they seem mostly supportive of my hiking. They follow my GPS tracker and seem to take their role as emergency backup seriously if I didn't check in. But they don't understand my running or how important it is to me. College football game they can make the time to travel to and watch. Son running a marathon? Nope. I wish they had come. When I see them tomorrow (before a football game), I doubt they'll remember I was signed up for another marathon on Sunday or that I'm not running it. If I ask about their dogs, they'll tell me how they're doing but won't ask about my cats. Just, everything has to funnel toward them. Neither is very good about reciprocating.

There are people with fantastic parents, right? With great memories of childhood they look back on fondly as adults?