If there's one word to describe my childhood, it's "alternative."
My parents are divorced, but BFFs. My mom only owns black clothing. My father compulsively jaywalks and has been hit by cars not once, not twice, but three times. We spent our Sundays at museums. They don't watch football or eat at McDonald's or shop at the Gap. My biggest form of rebellion was going to a Pac-12 university and joining a sorority.
We're not exactly the Cleavers — but my parents never wanted us to be. And now that I'm an adult and can reflect on the things I got out of my atypical childhood, I'm glad we weren't. Here are eight lessons I learned from my offbeat parents — eight lessons I'm committed to one day teach my own kids.