14. Had I Just Listened
Despite the conspicuous parental displeasure , yet I forged ahead, driven by some weird equivocal impulses. My parents’ eyes could barely stifle astonishment while they witnessed those unanticipated harbingers of recalcitrance. It was the first time that I turned a deaf ear to my parents’ wisdom; and the first time ever that I exhibited such queer non-customary disobedience. My parents could have easily vetoed my project though. Custom and tradition granted them ample jurisdiction to inhibit such nascent mutiny. That wasn’t the way, however, in which my household functioned. Mum and dad tended towards tolerance and broad-mindedness. Objective discussions and a disposition to give and take preponderated, distinguishing thus my parents’ unique sensibility from that of the stifling majority whose undue sternness erected needless barriers between them and their children. My brothers and I viewed our parents not as intimidating figures of authority but rather as wonderful examples of friend