Blog Four- Erica

My father, bless the man, and I have very different ideas politically. I was raised in a very conservative household. Some kids were raised on Veggie Tales but I was raised on stories about the Constitution and the Founding Fathers.
One of my earliest memories is of my father teaching me about Thomas Jefferson in the car on the way home from Columbus. My sister asleep in the backseat, Rush Limbal quietly playing on our radio and my father with his big, brassy voice talking about gun control and big government. He is in no way radical in his beliefs but he holds firm in his views on Climate change, taxes, and healthcare. But, now, so do I.  My father and I rarely don't get along. We both like talking about music, Star Wars, and the most random things, but with the recent presidential election I began challenging beliefs I had grown up on. And let's just say my father wasn't the biggest fan of this. I am a feminist who identifies as a liberal (I guess) and lets both agree that my father isn’t that.
Up until last year it wasn't a big deal politics don't come up in civilized conversation, until last year where no one could leave the topic alone. I'm glad now for this change, because I have had a chance to figure out what I believe in. Although this changed our dynamics, like most human beings, being different doesn't make us unable to stand each other, it just limits our conversions sometimes