Generation gap

Sometimes living with my grandmother has its advantages. I do not know what they are yet but I am sure that there has to be some advantages. Mean while, there are a lot of problems living with my grandma, and the main problem just keeps haunting me and always manages to find its way into a conversation. That problem is the generation gap between her and me. I am NOT allowed to wear thongs (she has no idea I have some) I can’t wear tight clothes, any jeans that grip my thighs are discarded, no shirts are allowed to be low cut or sleeveless, eyeliner is banned until I am 16, my curfew is 6 and I cant go anywhere on school nights. Sure this all might sound tough, but I can’t help but to acknowledge her thoughts and ways of rules. I mean there is a generation gap between us and when she was a kid she had none of this. In fact, yesterday she told me her mother, who is almost 90 and her entire life, has been dedicated to trying to steel my grandma’s children and grandchildren, sent my grandma away to boarding school at 14. She lived there for a year and then moved in with her dad at 15. Then at 16, she was married. At about 18 she had a baby, then another one at age 21. Though the mist of all this, she has been married and divorced 3 times. So showing all she has been through, I have to pity her at least let her think that I am following her silly rules. And without her I would have been put in a foster home.