When you live with your parents, there are some things you just have to go with. I told my Dad that I didn't want 9oa to watch boxing because I didn't think he was old enough to really understand the sport. I have fond memories of watching boxing as kid with my Dad. As early as I can remember I would always sit with my Dad while he watched boxing waiting for each round to end just so I can say, "10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 DING DING DING!" I love my Dad and I know that sometimes he doesn't always follow my rules, but it's okay. My parents aren't going to be here forever so there are somethings you have to let go.
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