I remember when I was a kid one of my friends telling me he hated his parents. How old are you in the 8th grade? 13, 14? That's how old we were. I'm sure I

I remember when I was a kid one of my friends telling me he hated his parents. How old are you in the 8th grade? 13, 14? That's how old we were. I'm sure I didn't say anything - what could I say? - but it seemed totally incomprehensible to me. It would be as if he had said he hated himself. How could you? My parents aren't saints. They're no less human then I am. Like my wife and my kid they're people that are so easy to forgive. It's so easy to rationalize away anything they do. It's just tiny bit easier to forgive myself then them and I don't see how it could be otherwise.