I remember back on a rainy summer evening in 1998 a few neighborhood pals and I got together in my parent's basement to play some D&D (and this is the first time any of us had ever even played the damn game, though I did play Hero Quest a lot). About an hour into our adventure and halfway through our pizza my dad comes down, calmly sends everyone home, sends me up to my room, and proceeds to lecture me in a very snide way on how "warped" a game like that is and how it's for "losers" who don't live in the "real world."
I went downstairs the next day to collect my dice, books, and character sheets only to find they had all been unceremoniously disposed of. I came back upstairs to the kitchen and not a slice of pizza was in the fridge; keep in mind there was half a pizza left when he sent me to my room, and a $15 pizza is expensive to a 14 year old. I realized my dad and step-mom ate it all. He waltzes into the kitchen and mockingly says to me "well, I hope you learned something about Dungeons and Dragons."
That weekend I went to visit my mom and step-dad (who took me to different countries and states and always encouraged doing things that fostered imagination and creativity) and didn't come back to see my dad for almost three years, and only spoke on the phone once or twice.
I thought "Yeah, I learned that I'm better off living somewhere else, fucker. Enjoy your real world."
That said, my dad and I have mostly put our differences aside as I'm 30 now, he's almost 60, and we have mutual family. Though he claims to have little to no recollection of this incident. I think when he told me he didn't remember after I brought this up last year it somehow hurt worse than when it actually happened, as I was going to to try and just laugh it off with him.
Post edited April 11, 2014 by fortune_p_dawg