Oh, let's see. My parents got married when they found out that my mother was pregnant with me, which leads itself to a lot of charming resentment from the two of them. Four years after I was born, they had Raymond, their baby boy. He can do no wrong in my mother's eyes, my father simply belittles us both. Raymond decided to repeat history as a senior in high school but that was alright because 'Raymond and Debra are giving us grandchildren, Robbie, all you're doing is becoming a cop'. It really wears on me sometimes. What are yours like?
That's a relief.
No, I haven't been to a similar place. I try to maintain my cool in potentially dangerous situations.