Growing up wrong was a funny thing. My dad was a lawyer, which meant he knew how to argue like no other. I endured this for several years, because he was also emotionally unavailable. (I'm not getting on a couch here or anything, psychoanalysts o.o) Anyway, one day he told me that pizza was invented in the United States. I called bullshit (without the language) and I got the encyclopedia and proved him WRONG. BLAM. Of course I was sent to my room immediately because it pissed him off. I was 14 or so at the time I think. And I had something to prove, hormones and crazy experiences adding up constantly. But, now. Years later, and as an adult. With kids XD I say yeah. Thanks dad. You did what you knew how to do. You loved me when it all boiled down. I remember the time he saved me from being pulled out into the wild blue yonder of the ocean. ....an undertow struck and my friend and I were goners. But, he saved the day....and then bitched us out lol BTW. He was my best-man at the wedding on the 18th of June this year.