One thing I really don't like doing in the middle of a conversation is talking about the past. Especially during those odd moments when I chat with my folks. When my mum begins her sentence with "I remember when..." I know it's time to break out the popcorn. I guess no one told her that memory lane is a one way street. Plus, there's never anything really useful to talk about. I mean, I usually get stories of how they would walk to school barefoot, or how they had no electricity, or how underwear was made out of onion sack and none of this elastic bullshit.

What amazes me the most about many parents is their uncanny ability to bring up your most embarrassing childhood memories at the most inappropriate time. For example, at large Christmas dinners, or when you're over at the boss' house, or when you're all taking a dip in the already overcrowded community swimming pool.

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