I immigrated here with my parents as a kid. Even though I’m a citizen and I was immersed in American culture, my parents raised me as someone from the home country and to this day, I do not consider myself to be an American. My parents were very tough on me and my siblings, I knew from an early age that they weren’t my friends and weren’t interested in being my friend, and they couldn’t care less what I thought of them. For all of that, I am immensely grateful.
I continually marvel at how soft and permissive most American parents I observe are to their children. Their children speak to and treat them in an abjectly disrespectful and undisciplined manner that had I done that, I would have been killed and not reached adulthood (I mean that literally, my parents would have arranged for my death). Furthermore, they spoil them to no end, buying them fancy smartphones, vacations, nice clothes, and cars when they haven’t earned any of it. I bought my first car and every car I’ve owned since because my parents refused to give me handouts and taught me not to accept them.
No wonder American education is on the decline and many American kids are just not prepared for the real world once they graduate school.