My parents were pretty easy going but they did make us do a lot of things instead of letting us choose.
We had to go to church Sunday Morning and Sunday Night. For a long time we also had to go on Wednesday. They gave each of us a tiny amount of money and we had to give it in the offering. I was the youngest and I think they only gave me a dime but this was in the 50s.
I once stole a small bottle of ink. I have no idea why. They embarrassed me by making me return it to the store and apologize.
A lot of things like that.
Don’t know what church you belonged to, but I don’t know of too many where you went three times a week. It was the Salvation Army for me. Sunday morning and evening, band practice Tuesday nights, and Corps Cadets Wednesday evenings. It wasn’t until later in life I learned that some people only went to church once a week !
Sounds like my folks. I’ll bet when your dad slammed on the brakes, he put his arm out to hold you back, so you wouldn’t fly into the dashboard. And your mother had the nerve to eat, and maybe even the audacity to serve gluten to you and your sibs.