When I was growing up, friends found the following things about my family peculiar:
1. We ate dinner together every night, at exactly 6:00 p.m.
2. At dinner, we frequently discussed world affairs, history and argued about earthworm's instinctual habits. (Right now the popular dinner-time discussion/argument revolves around the domestication of cattle as it relates to the grammatical pluralization of moose. I couldn't even make this stuff up.)
3. We only own one TV.
4. My mom liked to talk openly about, well, everything. I first learned what the word "orgy" meant when I was 13, at a dinnertime discussion. And of course, on that particular evening, I had a friend over for dinner.
5. Andrew and I were actually friends growing up, and hung out together of our own violation. When I was in junior high school and he was in high school, he'd drive me everywhere, only sometimes complaining. But if he borrowed Dad's truck for the day, he'd often show up after school unannounced to pick me up, by his own choice. After he moved to Edmonton, he'd still sometimes surprise me at school when he came home for the weekend to visit.
6. We were rarely allowed to have sleepovers, or to go on sleepovers.
7. On one family vacation, we managed to visit four historic forts. And that's not including the five or so museums we went to on that same trip.