I am a rule follower. I struggle to go in the “out” door. Jaywalking is a challenge.
Rebellion wasn't hard-wired into my genes. I'm not sure that is a positive attribute—despite the ease for my parents during my teenage years.
I think I can blame my father. His brand of discipline involved his hand placed over his heart, a pained look on his face while he whispered, “Oh, Wendi. I never thought you would.”