Small West Texas Town

I grew up in a small west Texas farming town called Seminole. My parents were school teachers and I grew up in what some might consider a strict household. I had a great childhood, no complaints, after all, it is what has made me who I am today. Or has it? Sometimes I think "we are who we are, before we are ever even born." I do not necessarily think we can blame our parents for the person that we have become, because at some point, we have to start taking responsibility for our own actions. But I do blame my parents for not buying me the Easy Bake Oven and the Baby Alive baby doll I wanted but I do not blame them for who I am or for what I have become. In turn, if they do not approve of what I have done or what I have become, they should not blame themselves, these are choices I have made. They can say they taught me better about different decisions I have made throughout my life, and they have, but all in all, it was my choice to go left when I should have gone right.  In my younger days when I was out living life in maximum overdrive, the thoughts that ran through my carefree, and free spirited mind wasn't "You know, my folks taught me better than this!" Heckl no! It was "This is going to be so much fun, how soon can I do it again?" My life and my decisions are all mine and no one else is to blame.  After all, it is what brought me to this point in my life today.  Isn't it funny though that when we make a decision that isn't necessarily wrong but just not one our parents would have selected, they are less than proud of us but if we chose to do as they would have done, then in their eyes, we have made the right choice and they are very proud of us.  Why is it that the parents are always right and the children are wrong just because we do not make the same selection they would.